Prayers Poem by Carlos Gutierrez

Under the pyramid lays a worker,
And on top,
Is a statue.

The infrastructure is fifty-seven percent clay,
And the statue is one-hundred percent papyrus.

Floods rise,
And floods die.

And eat the structure,
Inside out.

No ritual exists without the co-exsisting of a devil.

The gold, we eat,
But the satisfaction is endless.

We pray above and we pray below.

And those prayers fade,
Into this round global world.