Come just this once and hide me neath your feathered wings.
Just once let me feel the gentle eiderdown,
For all I've ever heard is what an ugly  baby I was,
And in a tone that says I should have been left at birth on a rock
For other birds of prey to come
And rip my soft underbelly
And eat away at me until I was never born.

And maybe that would have been preferable
To you feeding slowly on my liver,
Keeping me half starved, half dead,
Shamed, lying there with Prometheus
For bringing fire, when we should have been half gods instead.

-jenn