Eternal Pile (Written at Giza)
For a million days these stones
have sat and waited.
As each generation which crawls
and breathes and dies around them
takes credit for their presence
and builds their own piles of stones.
But none like these.
What frail defiance of mortality,
what desire to challenge the gods
drove that ancient, patient generation
to sacrifice their time for eternity?
The stones don't answer.
With the riddlous wisdom of stillness
the stones just sit and stare,
uncaring of my mortal fate
while I look back at theirs.
DH ([email protected])
have sat and waited.
As each generation which crawls
and breathes and dies around them
takes credit for their presence
and builds their own piles of stones.
But none like these.
What frail defiance of mortality,
what desire to challenge the gods
drove that ancient, patient generation
to sacrifice their time for eternity?
The stones don't answer.
With the riddlous wisdom of stillness
the stones just sit and stare,
uncaring of my mortal fate
while I look back at theirs.
DH ([email protected])