In Egypt
As the terror of
the news reports
Awaits the riots
sure to be brought on
We know deep
inside that we are all In Egypt,
In Egypt there
are empires
Piled upon
empires piled high upon empires,
Faces degraded
by winds of time,
Stone monuments,
tombs of pharaohs,
Buildings the
beauty of which incite awe,
Marvels made of
shifting, transient sand,
Pyramids,
gigantic silent statues.
The whole lives
of all Egyptians, high and low,
Are now present
to us.
And we mourn.
--July 7, 2013
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