By Ailish NicPhaidin
Pharaoh Thutmose III
Built his famous obelisks
So immortality and eternity
Would meld together
As an unassailable
Thread to the heavens
Whilst the Earth still rotated.
He was wrong, so wrong.
The Temple of the Sun
All along was dark inside
Neither flowers nor life
Could nestle peaceably in its darkness,
Nor could an imaginative stretch,
In similar fashion, survive atop
The pinnacle of the obelisks
Where life was also not possible,
Even when proffered
By Osiris, that plausible liar.
Much like love ….
The easiest emotion to sever,
Or grief, the most difficult emotion to bulldoze,
Neither flowers nor life
Qualify to survive their passage.
When a combination
Of love and grief collide
There is a certain
Shattering and scattering
Where one is blinded by the other
And life is simply a lusting
For imaginary flowers
That bloom above tall clay edifices
And in the bowels of sturdy
Inky man temples
Silhouetted against the horizon.
Surely our weight-bearing acuity
Is still taxed to the hilt?
Goddammit!