the pointy stack o’ bricks
a sonnet pile-on to Alex Guenther’s riddle of the links
the pointy stack o’ bricks down by the Nile
that raiders of the tomb sought to defile
tow’ring monument of ancient Giza
resting place of some exalted geezer
now stone’s throw from fairgrounds lush and green
where Egypt’s upper set come to be seen
where Sultans of the Swing perfect their craft
out of place? disgraceful? don’t be daft
progeny of pharaohs and viziers
haven’t changed much in 3,000 years
still leave their grotesque marks on the Earth
drain her resources for all their worth
ambitions that from desert sands arise
in man-made traps at last meet their demise
and here is Alex Guenther’s wonderfully crafted sonnet, more subtle in both its message and its rhyme scheme than mine: