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.