if you saw atlas – 
                  the giant who holds the world on his shoulders –
                  if you saw that he stood,
                  blood running down his chest; 
                  his knees buckling; his arms trembling   
                  but still trying to hold the world aloft   
                  and the greater his effort,   
                  the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders... 
                  what would you tell him?


                                            i.. dont know. what... could he do?
                                            what would you tell him?


                  ...to shrug.