Atlas And His Parts

It turned out,

When Atlas Shrugged,

His overcoat tumbled.

As it hit the ground,

It was clear

That he was not,

As had been presupposed,

The single Titan

Ruggedly

Propping the sky

No, he was, actually,

A vast collective

Of those folk

The people who

Saw in themselves an echo

Of the false Atlas

Had sneered at

And mocked for their

“Disposability”.

Now, as clouds tumbled,

And dreams died,

There was no one

To flip those comforting

Burgers for pennies