Sphinx Jinx MethinksA Poem by PeteThe monument of death will outlast the memory of the dead. The Pyramids do not tell the tale which was confided to them; the living fact commemorates itself. - Thoreaubrick by brick block by block rung by rung higher and higher lighting our own funeral pyre with limestone, granite and mortar all aligned in divine, perfect order we built towering, smooth pyramids that kissed the skynever needing to stop and ask why worshipping the sun the work seemingly never done riding in guilded chariots laughing in riots floating down the nile wearing nothing but a smile walking like egyptians despite occasional tantrums and conniptions thinking we were king tuts they said we were nuts bowing down to a whiskerless cat gorging on bread and beer 'til we were fat never taking time to bend down and put out the welcome mat i guess that's that © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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