Pyramid
You and I built a pyramid
Out of granite casing stone
(That we quarried across
A flooded river) .
We fastened the structure
Together with the sweat
Of our hands,
Fixedly spooling an organic
Glue that we believed was inseparable
When applied to the pieces
We mounted
And put on top of each other
In passionate labor.
We wanted to deify ourselves,
To create the demiurges that
Each other could worship—
Transfusing our souls in the moment—
But we were unsuccessful.
Perhaps we should not have constructed
Such a monument on the clouds,
Knowing that—
As air
Makes monuments crumble
By unrooting their support—
We could not stand
Longer than the time it took to fall.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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