A blade of grass as the smallest tree
Broken glass in the top drawer
To sleep in the dead lake

We have discussed the future
This is the Middle Kingdom
Singing Pharaoh's song, waiting
To build his temple

Or we could head South
Deep into the jungle
Where they are designing the New Bomb

The up-side is literally down
But let's avoid cliches.
Instead, let us mine the uranium
For Pharaoh's undoing.