this hand

this hand
this age-worn palm
that set Egypt's blocks
one upon the other
and saw them scoured 
away by the wind-blown sand
that stood the Colossus 
upon its legs
and saw it topple
helpless
into the channel
a hollowed hand
that knows what it is to dream
to think that
human, dying, fingers
can build a monument
in eternity.

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