Fashioned from a volatile mix:

quarry stone and man’s desire.


Eons I had lain, resting,

only to be disturbed by rude and obtrusive stones

who cut my face and left me thus.


All that fuss and struggle –

bodies once bound in my creation

now share their eternities with me.

Lives sacrificed – what waste! –

just to fix me to this place …


Now only I remain,

gazing out on the dunes,

a true testament to collapse

and the impotency of Ma’at.


All history is but a brief stroll,

a change of scenery that rockets past.


All their efforts are but sand

lining the eternal bed in which I sleep.

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