Under the pyramid lays a worker,
by Carlos Gutierrez
And on top,
Is a statue.
The infrastructure is fifty-seven percent clay,
And the statue is one-hundred percent papyrus.
And floods die.
And eat the structure,
No ritual exists without the co-exsisting of a devil.
The gold, we eat,
But the satisfaction is endless.
We pray above and we pray below.
And those prayers fade,
Into this round global world.