Poetry

City of the Dead

gods and people like drone bees built a city for
their king who rewarded them with wars and

Poem by Zvi A. Sesling - zviasesling@comcast.net Doodle by Billy Roids

Doodle © Billy Roids

From beneath the sand of four thousand years
the dead rise, tombs of stones and scattered bones
uncovered by wind to let them rise again
the City of the Dead, the forgotten brought not
to life, but remembrance where kings ruled as
gods and people like drone bees built a city for
their king who rewarded them with wars and
starvation and a cruel queen and left their son,
the next king and his son, the next king who
destroyed his own city for his glory and the
city that slaves built the king also destroyed
leaving the sands to cover it for four millennia

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