Among the kings undying
and philosophers tireless
Girted by great thinkers
and some doers
As comfortable and in place,
just as much in his elements
Squats the Neolithic remnant
of a man busy with flints
Trying to light fire
for centuries before time
Oblivious and equally nonchalant
of those who would come after him
To save the mankind
and give life that elusive meaning
The undying kings, the tireless philosophers
The thinkers, the doers,
the immortal ones
that remain hung from a nail
suspended mid-inaction inside a frame
Just as dead as the nail
that bears the weight of their fame
Just then the flint comes aflame.
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