can move slabs of sandstone
into pyramids, if we want them
to. For what pyramid was built
without the thought of worshiping
forms, in the sky world, these
mortal dreams, these prayers of
the unearthed, dismembered dreams,
annihilated, rapturously cleansed
by the invisible drumming of a shaman.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, and more.
See all his poems on Tea House here.
