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.
And floods die.
And eat the structure,
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.
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