Pyramids
This is not the first of our great steps.
It begins in an alcoholic stupor
Someone carves in stone -
"Khufu must be drunk."
Just so,
Red-eyed
Up here, a hot
Sun rising glues sand
To burning skin with sweat.
Another stone is raised - a head drops,
Dwelling on it. Complicated is not
Chiseled here alongside
The river;we breed,
We stink,
We vanish
Into the sand like
Dung-beetles This is
The Old Kingdom and what is seen
As new is tomorrow's murderous sun.
We have more runes to carve.
We have grave issues
With an afterlife,
Period.
Notes:
Khufu: King and builder of The Great Pyramid.
The Old Kingdom: The time of pyramid building.
2700 - 2100 BC.
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