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(A Pharaoh Speaks.) I said, "Why should a pyramid Stand always dully on its base?
I'll change it!
Let the top be hid,
The bottom take the apex-place!" And as I bade they did.
The people flocked in, scores on scores,
To see it balance on its tip.
They praised me with the praise that bores,
My godlike mind on every lip. — Until it fell, of course.
And then they took my body out From my crushed palace, mad with rage, — Well, half the town
AS wrecked, no doubt — Their crazy anger to assuage By dragging it about.
The end?
Foul birds defile my skull.
The new king's praises fill the land.
He clings to precept, simple, dull;
IS pyramids on bases stand.
But — Lord, how usual!
Stephen Vincent Benet
Stephen Vincent Benet (July 22, 1898 – March 13, 1943) was an American poet, short story writer, and novelist. He is best known for his book-len
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