All the Great Pyramids
The pyramids spill across the sand like dice.
Their arrowhead shadows point to nothing,
doggedly. This way, they seem to say,
the dusky, flattened shapes leaning out
like grey pennants blown taut by wind.
All the great pyramids, all places constructed
and instilled with majesty and magic,
all command us to build a structure from stone,
to dig at this planet and use its pieces,
renaming them: brick, pillar, temple, tomb.
Great poem!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I'm enchanted, taught by your words, imagery.
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