Fro’ Mother’s Mountains, like on Ganges chain
to the Pap’s of Anu, where our nourishing symbols reign
Ay, the Pyramids of the Earth when the Hapi waters swelled,
Anuket gave birth to the flowing rocks that felled

Fillings with food, Chansonette stitches burst
The heirs circle rises as Annapurna’s lure thirsts
O’ bountiful milk in the ducts of sustenance
Man the torpedoes, there’s a damn about to fence

From Giza to the Great, in the tombs of kings and queens
The Bullet bras spoked, hence, "ego lifts heights, where coned ignorance seams"
Look up at Old Kingdom sky, O’ Mizar and Kochab
the Dipper stars were named, when aligned, true north

But then, precessions disclaimed even the "Blonde’s Ambitions"
Still, these "Sweater Girls" of Egypt provide us recognition
The golden number, as if phi could stay,
beguiles the ratios,  as time will run to play

And when the Maiden of the Wind causes, and she stands erect,
we learn not to fight but to understand respect
Feed the children, O’ silhouettes of the sand, as your pyramids feed the roof of the sky!
Glandular rivers, even Everest points high, always flows freely from a Mother Snow’s vie

See them stand at the edge of insignificance
Hear the papyrus of the Nile, in their carved hieroglyphic scripts
Tell me, give worth of the Chomolungma, Himalayas
and I will tell you, then...of the Pyramids of the Earth

Copyright 2007
Kimmy Van Kooten