Poem: Decay

On the wings of Re
I am the glory of the sun.
I pass over the Two Lands
from morning to night.
The people who live there
have built me a mirror
of gold
so I may behold my beauty
as I travel through the sky
from morning to night.

 

My mirror is now gone,
as are my people.
My mirror’s base remains
as my people’s legacy remains
in the eternal monuments
of the pyramids.

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