Classic Poem

These twin obelisks which guard
the southern entrance to the Great Sandy
desert, though partnered to a sun
fiercer than anything Egypt had to
offer, preside over a millennia of flat
emptiness, and attest to the prowess,
not of indigent cultures, but the
engineering whim of the LAND BARONS
who pray that one day, these too, will
invoke an air-conditioned resort for
the rich to dwell in, amongst hydro-
mythological fountains, playing
endlessly over sacred-site motifs.