Still Unchangeable

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“boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away” ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, “Ozymandias”

The treasures of the pharaohs robbed and robbed

Across millennia still teach us skies

Above the tombs, their nights with stars, are fobbed

Off with religion.  Rituals arise

And faith builds monuments of hope that point

With limestone strength to emptiness of truth.

No matter how the hieroglyphs anoint

Tutankhamun, no matter golden youth,

He dies.  He never sees the dawn again.

Two thousand years, six hundred plus less one,

An archaeologist restores the pain

Of knowing Tut would never see the sun.

  The kings like us will never see night stars

    Again.  No dead of us will see bright stars.

©  Phillip Whidden