What I Wrote On A Pyramid Wall 3,000 Years Ago

radiation off words forms new words one day
and we'll reminisce about all we tried to say

the way hair wanders from my head
until a lit sparkler sits atop my neck

our world destroyed by a culture of dancing bears
while gold and guns kept the death hammer down

television can't afford truth, its audience, lazy,
stupid, wanting only to see themselves now

the nature of reality unstudied much
so we can talk talk talk to get along

undefeated, alone,with no idea why
we can't change the subject