Sun God--Nova

I lie on my back and the sun beats down
The sun of death.

I lift my head and the heat haze swims–
Black glass glints across my vision
No dunes, no grains of sand
Just melted, blasted glass
Twisted and deformed.

And all around the cracking glass cools–
The power of the swollen sun spent
And as it cools each crash, each splinter
Each temporary arch cracks and shatters
To blackened, fractured dust.

Then far away where the pyramids stood–
Three mounds of melted stone,
Collapsed upon themselves, eternal crypts
Empty, broken, dissolved.
The doorways to eternity
The tomb to a vengeful God.