THE INNOVATOR (A Pharaoh Speaks)

by: Stephen Vincent Benét

      SAID, "Why should a pyramid
      Stand always dully on its base?
      I'll change it! Let the top by hid,
      The bottom take the apex-place!"
      And as I bade they did.
       
      The people flocked in, scores on scores,
      To see it balance on its tip.
      They praised me with the praise that bores,
      My godlike mind on every lip.
      --Until it fell, of course.
       
      And then they took my body out
      From my crushed palace, mad with rage,
      --Well, half the town was wrecked, no doubt--
      Their crazy anger to assuage
      By dragging it about.
       
      The end? Foul birds defile my skull.
      The new king's praises fill the land.
      He clings to precepts, simple, dull;
      His pyramids on bases stand.
      But--Lord, how usual!

'The Innovator' was originally published by Stephen Vincent Benét in 1918.

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