Sunday Sun Poem Poem by elysabeth faslund

Akhnaten, not knowing scripture, there
Being cuneiform versions
And all...Epics, Gilgamesh-that crew,
Plus the chinese Phang Bu's
Flood,
(Flood-one of a kind, you know)
Just rerouted the Sun to the
Middle of the desert-Amarna-and
Snubbed Ra, Ma'at, and Phat.

Sun was One, Sun was only, and
Sun was Spirit too.
Didn't do too well in that ancient
Of Dynasty...
Archeologists twirl hats and drone.

Then again, Akhnaten was only a
Pagan-honestly,
What do pagans know?

But, dying old, looked through
His royal windows, to the
Long shadow of an Ankh
On a far hill...

That cross of the sun...
Closed his eyes to History,
Opened them to Heaven,
Unknown as yet.