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King of the Jews

Posted to Action Poetry

Brick haulers climb and so will I
Up through the hills of a sandy flat plain
Fast past the dead red eyes of a runaway king
Straight to the heart of Silenus carrying
Golden blocks of clay as gifts
To the pyramids
The skyscrapers
Silver veins hang from torn dusty mountains
They fall to rot like trees making room for the new
Looking down on the princess and pauper
Blessing their offspring as King of the Jews