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He didn't see Giza
Laugh at the sun,
Peering beyond the stars,
Splitting the sun like an atom.
He thought symmetry
Would point him far
As slaves went round the base
Whistling folk tunes
Close to earth,
Perfecting the fatal flaw,
A dead design. So
Ruthless pharoah
Hardened like a lifeless bone
In jewels and shackles,
Splayed in amber
Like a tiny fly.
Millenia would pass
Before Giza's scalded skin
Fleshed out her
Skin and bone diamonds.
Her calloused hands
Had the last laugh,
As the pharoah's masks
Dulled in glass cases.
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