They sat at the bar, as old and etched
with a thousand stories, of the Hotel
Fandangos Millionaires Room (where all the stars come
to shine in Weezenhawk) last Tuesday,
Frederick had brought the I-Ching
and in a late night toss
they saw it was time to head back
to the pyramids. They paid their tab
then hopped in a cab to JFK:

Henry asks “What goes on in the temples
at night?”, ”Ancient Egyptian burials,
prehaps a sacrifice or two”
replied Frederick, “You see
Hathor was the cow goddess
and she gave birth to Osiris the King
who was deemed as having the most desirable phallus
in the palace.  It was”, “diamond blue”
Gerorge interupted “a high erect prick
for Isis’s thighs, like a monster
bass swimming up the Nile in a hot eclipse evening
with clear eyes.  That’s the key.”
“To what” asks Henry,  Frederick says “Everything.”

Henry understood much less now
then when they were at the bar and as they entered
the airport he began to cry, wailing
something like “There’s not yet a word created
to do you guys justice and lets go home.”
They calmed him down and he continued
“There’s going to be a double suicide,
George is going to die
In a plane crash and I’m going to do the same
so I can be with him,

don’t look at me that way,
this is a tragedy.”  George said “You’re crazy man,
we’ve got a plane to catch in twenty minutes”
and went off to the bathroom.Henry continued
to cry and Frederick was silent for a second, thinking
the whole thing as relivant as the fact that water spins
clockwise south of the equator, something
so arbirary being so consistent,

he took a last pull off his cigarette
and turned to Henry “Things ain’t what they used to be,
moving in a kind of off-hand dexterity
toward the millenium.  We were in DC the first time
you started with this shit and it still makes me think
of the same two things;
the sculpture you made out of ashtrays
in Ferdonia that blocked Miss Whittlemeyers window
and got the priest and rabbi after us.” He was silent again,
getting lost in the image. “What’s the other thing
Fred”?”, “That somewhere, Henry, a Sphinx is laughing.”