Day 9! This one is a real work in progress. It kept wanting to rhyme, and it’s so sing-songy… I don’t really know what to do with it. Definitely needs more time.
There is a hole in the Great Pyramid of Giza
Like a black cloud blooming in the depths of my heart stone –
remember, remember and call my vizier!
Build me a nap-land to shame other nap-lands
and pour me down slowly with honey and wine.
King Khufu’s Horizon, the south road of Memphis,
shake off my casings, and tumble my walls.
Fill me with breath like a foreign beast panting
and weather my sunsets on the wheel rims of time.
A slinking slow scarab like silver drops leaking
slips through my cracks toward the soft space inside –
beetle, oh beetle, oh – where will you find me?
Hide the hole in your pocket and drag it outside.