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.