[stylist] Poem - "Pharaohs" - Second Draft
William L Houts
lukaeon at gmail.com
Thu Dec 11 06:02:03 UTC 2014
HI Gang,
Wrote this one just this morning, and made it to the 2nd and a halfish
draft since. I feel it's a half fair effort, though maybe not as
successful as "Christmas Card" was, if you remember that one. Comments
welcome, even if they're boo hiss, LOL.
--Bill
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Pharaohs
Surely, some wonder's the key
to this ancient feat:fitting five
ton blocks each to each, that nary
a razor can slip between joins.
No need to hustle in Martians or masters
of spacetime as perfect as wheels.
They were strange as ourselves,
if otherwise drawn: an African culture
of princes and fools,farmers and priests
as wise and as dull as our own.
Worker's graves near pyramid
mount tell a tale of human extemt:
of broken bones, inadequate wages,
a pharaoh's unslakeable ache
to beard the gods in river-fed den;
so kin to them, we are, so hungry for heaven
our cars like elegant barges of steel.
In them we ply our avenue Niles,
keep feral desert gods
(O Horus cash my check)
fear famine, plague and debt,
and divers crocodiles.
--
"Oh, Sophie! Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"
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