Seething at the core,
brewing under pressure
Suppressed.
Fierce energy building
like a volcano ready to blow
the world awaits extinction.
Climate change?
Political upheaval?
COVID uncertainty?
Take your pick.
If I knew the answer,
It wouldn’t be
THE END
Every block tells a story
of passing glory, of new beliefs;
a changing of the guard.
One pharaoh dies, another rises.
Fallen columns, buried statues
names replaced, faces changed,
plundered tombs, secret caches;
mark the passage of the times.
Carvings in the stone,
writing on the walls,
clues of life and afterlife
buried by desert sand.
Every block has a story,
Every column has a tale.
A legacy once written,
forgotten but not erased.
Dedicated
to all those families mourning their loved ones, who for
whatever reason, departed unexpectedly.
