Hands Of The Wind Poem by Hans Ostrom
Hands Of The Wind
Rating: ★4.3
Inside a pyramid, its reason:
A former king parched like a leaf
And now impervious to grief,
Bacilli, and a shift of season.
Dust of a million builders' bones
Informs the wind with grit, lingers,
Then scrapes with unbelieving fingers
Familiar blocks of hand-hewn stone.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: work
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4/24/2024 11:35:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Perfect description of Egypt's Ancient Wonders! Thank you for this word-picture. Yen