i met a technomad from a future land, a queen,
who asked, “what do all these sculptures mean?”
a sphere within a sphere cast in bronze blazing gold,
the order of the new jagged and breaking through. clean!
first the vatican then scattered around the globe
even at the united nations it was displayed bold.
the all seeing eye of the creator has gone cold.
meaning in the mold shaping and catching hold.
chiseled and bent from marble, metal, or stone
cast in fire to mend the skills of hands honed.
the technomad traveler has ozymandias melancholia
like ancestors blinded to the meaning of the sphinx.
glowing green horse eyes breathing “dzit dit gaii”?!
symbols hidden in plain sight seem to speak jinx.
time destroys everything like a stalking minx.
liberty and verity will disappear like ephemera memorabilia.
“i am verity”, splayed, naked and pregnant showing vena
stamped grapheme under raised arm holding torch and sword.
hope from sand that a traveling future man has word.
