Now a stone from an antique land
Commanding all but sand
Passions of a sculptor a sneer
Life stamps that read in a pit of despair
Decay remains
Wrecked in shards of bare rock
Half sunk in the flowers that come with the rain
Chasing the wind
Choking on sand
Ramses wrapped in cloth
Only the name remains here and there
Sun rises beautiful over a shattered lip
Poxviruses affect statues in time
Even those that believe they are noble
Beauty reflected visage lies
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