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Saint Eule

(10/30/1955 / Shamokin, Pa)

The Pharoahs Stuff


Oh Tut! Where is thy stuff
Not in the eternal abode.

The things you hoarded
are in a museum.

If you get a ticket
anyone can see um.

What is a pyramid
but a maze of deceit.

Riches and blossoms
were laid at your feet.

All that remains
is a shard of cloth.

Eaten by the worms
and the wooly moth.

The spirit is all that remains-
These earthly belongings were just chains.

Submitted: Monday, June 10, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013
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