Sisyphus

One must imagine the boulder,
gladdened
by centered praise
as it triumphs the crest.

Such a fine job it has done,
how deserved a spot it occupies;
and with what ease a being of
real, pure character
can accomplish such
leisurely ascension!

And so the boulder slips and rolls,
to resume the game,
to conquer the hill yet again

Tartarus V.2.0.18.

Sisyphus is texting but he’s always left on read
And though his phone is charging the battery’s almost dead
Through all the tweets he’s tweeted, of likes he’s gathered none
He longs to push the boulder though that pain is old and done

The blazing wheel binds Ixion, whose lust is his own trap
And weary of the spinning he’s now on a dating app
Though his fingers yearn the left, a rightward choice he must
Of matches still he is bereft and thoroughly nonplussed

The Danaides are posting pics, fifteen times per hour
With dating tips and wedding looks, all well within their power
But they have only one follower and his comments are the worst
And as we all know well,  Tantalus cannot quench his thirst