Even the Sacred Sun*

eEven the Sacred Sunf

 

Some Lines Concerning the Bronze Age

 

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 knelt at pharaoh’s feet

 

Were painted

Every stroke alike

 

In colors that would fade,

Into the walls of pyramids,

 

Despite what spells were made.