crosses line the highway
from the city to the state
reminders to the speeders-by
the recklessness of fate

hawkers pull your pesos
each their first sale of the day
in the dotted line of history
this point a well-timed play

faces in the pyramids
sit smirking in the sun
reconstructed in its image
after crumbling one by one

i envision them contorting
with the flesh of ages past
spirits summoned to the present
tense and rigid holding fast

many legions more have trodden
up this terrible incline
than legends now will follow
new this age of clean decline

firmly laid by dusty feet
steps rise steep on the ground
solid settled facts to bear
lost gleanings meanings found

these steady stones much more
than words convey the ancient lore
at which i grasp for balance
grounded deeper than before