Sisyphus Revisited

He’s a boy, he’s a boor, he’s a bear, he is doomed and is not doomed

and is not dead

but living in a heaven of hell where

he must pick the berries, shake down the nuts,

tell stories around the fire, and


as we must imagine him

strong enough of spirit to reraise

any boulder, singing gladly

with wild honey

and like viscosities

dripping down his face.