The Pyramids Conspire

The Pyramids Conspire

by Gideon Burton

The pyramids conspire to remain

the metaphor despite their long erosion.

Despite the plunder, all of the corrosion

by robbers, tourists, treading down the range

of holiness erected by the same

compulsions – East beyond the West’s implosion,

reduced to glimmers, none of the explosion

of oily heat that bathes the Nile like rain

from some elapsed and sleeping god. The flood

of due affection waters marsh and shore,

provoking hope in soft ceramic folds

until the Hebrew turns it all to blood.

We lapping drink, and drinking gasping more

than this renewal of the green of gold.

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