(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
was 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;
his pyramids on bases stand.
But Lord, how usual!