Ice
Giants
Spring
downpours silver bolts
whose
wild serpents of lightning
spread
the dreadful, enslaved sky
into
mumbles of speech thunder
The
pyramid’s eye focuses
from
sphinx paw outward
strains
crushing work noise
and
cuts zeroes in ancient space
Our
crumbled lives pour out
mound
builders in flared silence
monument-hauling
oxherds
never
returned from desert lands
we
trod pebbles chipped underfoot
as above, ice giants spin in
the sky
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