this pillar of salt
just a cowlick
for gargantuan bovine

these heiroglyphics
chicken scratch
for the wounded

this statue of a man
with no soul in his eyes
now in death they can see through

these fields
once plowed by slaves
now a downtown
surround sound
media circus

this sceptre
once controlled the elements
now it lies in the mercy of corrosion
a crozeir for the witless
a divining rod to lead
the blind leading the blind
to salvation

this clay pot
once quenched the unquenchable
who knows to what last drop
did our history change

this pyramid
beacon to the stars
the coordinates at large
the only point of reference
in this earthly frame

these holy ideas
crumble to the ash
of the old world gallary
hope died in the past