Some ancient caryatid poised,
To hold Earth’s architrave in place.
Mayhap you were a thunderbolt
By Vulcan forged for Thor, red hot;
A miracle was never made,
So this may all be true, or not.
A child of some wild catapult
Who toyed with Sisyphus, and then,
Broke loose, went tumbling down to earth,
To habitat with tribes of men.