Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Mutant Myth

Africa, Asia, Europe - shows
The monuments to my form, find
Body lying as in repose,
With head that comes from other kind.
Stories abound about my why.
Am I the guardian divine
Of secrets over which I lie?
That truth will always still be mine.
For now, I'm just a souvenir
Picked up by those who think me trite.
I am no longer viewed in fear.
The world has other ways for fright.

But you will never solve, methinks,
The mystery of me - the sphinx.