Immortality's stench

I can celebrate you
grand river morning dew
These miles of crops
our people harvest

under the city like nests

My life etched into stone
Not burned cracked and lost
I pray not buried entirely alone
But dug up intact one day
So modern serfdom might venerate

grand initiation sky born seed
The first inkling of supernatural greed
we kick up dust dancing into the night
inviting that divine ambition madly
swallowing the land like ants

I can celebrate you empty serf
on guard everyday thoughtless you await
guarding naiively the figuritive gates
a grain of sand in the sand storm sings
with all of the self assurance of a fledgling

Sure I can celebrate you
Just as I must smite you to breach the walls
and claim your hard work as my own
bronze and fire my tools almost my reason
I'll search the ruins for you momentarily

It all reeks of immortality