Those ancient wide-eyed, sideways-walking men
Who talked in rows and columns – set their glyphs,
Placed whichever way best pleased the Eye –
Learning of their frescoed history,
We children wondered at their dusty ways.
Their childish pictograms appealed to us.
But is it so very pagan, or savage?
That people who sang in birds and feathers,
Who argued with jackals and knives, and
Codified a law in ankhs and balances:
If not their actions, perhaps at least
Their pictures speak to us louder than words,
From those sideways-seeming, image-spoken Gods.