The timesworn gospel

No shallow mortal shall convey:

Unfathomed and dissuaded,

Sifted into black dust.

To remain.

 

The dark fretting nimbus

pulsates, as

proud time prowls away.

 

The bovine builder constructs a diagram–

A house of broken lines,

But the pyramid

is just another

pathway to the sky.

 

And only the witness wind

will live to tell

that tale again.

 

Wind child

wanders down the winding way,

Inspecting the pyramid

with an artist eye.

And with sure certainty

Proclaims the pyramid to be

A pathway to the sky.

 

Only God and the Holy Cow can conceive.

The rest is left

for the dust

and the dead to perceive.

 

Winter 1974