Cauldron Anthology Sphinx - 2 - Page 11

and my country is killing itself - fighting wars on camels Tutankhamun knew and I’ll be kind enough to share with you - what it takes to be an idol; to adorn the laurels - Persistent, lonely centuries. And those who come to worship often chip a small piece of bone Or a sliver of skin or a pearl earring for a talisman from a revered ancient body; A celebrity. Smuggle it just to rub at night - so lonely they are under covers. Or enshrine it, never to be touched again back at their quiet home, for the rest of their finite, quiet lives. 11