Giza

The mystery of the pyramids
That rise above the Nile
Is this:

That we have no better message,
Nor greater will to leave it

Than our fathers,
We, sons.

How do we leave a message
For those who follow us
More clear?

Our universe is ending,
And it always is:

We are present,
Here, now.

The God of all creation
Who summons us to live
Will be.

There is no other message,
Nor any way to leave it

Than by fathers
To sons.

Who ever saw a mountain
Built by an ancient hand

And hoped?

Look up to higher mountains

And down more regal valleys.

Of death,

And live.