3530. AS LOST AS THE HAPPY

AS LOST AS THE HAPPY

All those archaeologists and bone hunters

and paleontologists, they all chatter as one:

wearing scarves and eating French toast, singing

on phones and marrying the weather. Yet, (oh

modern day and land of this), there is nothing

for what we are serving, and we are as lost

as the happy. Why, today, will the needle's

point set on the sun's perfect pivot?

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Yet not for me, and I will write of the killing floor;

the flow of a million slaves trudging, the blood

sacrifices and all those virgins with blood on

their faces and hands. 'The land lashes off

to Egypt again as we tumble : roiling back into

the Nile's past and the Nile's future;

Temple of Dendur, indeed.

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Now it is morning again, and another day

has dawned. My own spirit is fifteen thousand

years old and a day, by your reckoning, and

today is that day and those above were my

very own words and I am splitting my seams

to be gone. I am as lost as the happy can be.