Even the Sacred Sun

Even the Sacred Sun

 

-Concerning the Bronze Age-

 

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Even the sacred sun must die �"

It is the way of things,

 

Seen in the dust on snouted gods

And stuffed Egyptian kings

 

The frog that hopped

Along the Nile,

 

The lion on the plain -

 

They perished in

A time of drought

 

Or in a time of rain

 

Who built the great necropolis,

Who bartered for the wheat,

 

Who raised a phallic obelisk,

Or tickled pharaoh’s feet

 

Were painted

Every stroke alike

 

In colors that would fade,

Into the walls of pyramids,

 

Despite what spells were made.