Minaret or Muezzin

The illuminated eye atop the tetrahedron
is where the whim-driven eye alights.

From the minaret calls the muezzin,
There is no god but God,
the masses kneel to pray.
The authority of years
in his great gray beard
and in the tea-tongued
timbre of his voice.

Children love a human pyramid.

One boy,
smart and strong and shy,
secretly relishes
his accustomed spot
on the bottom,
dirtying his pantlegs,
his arms and shoulders
trembling with effort,
his back dug into
by adolescent knees.

He is listening
to the laughter
of the prettiest girls
as they scramble
toward heaven.