Graveyards
A sarcophagus opens. A Pharaoh arises. What silence. Blue silk the atmosphere.
Orchids drift off into the Nile, while the heat groans on the sandbanks.
He must free himself of sand, he must find the grave of Ramses.
Once he was king. Now he is dust. To cast the passing centuries ashore,
He must forswear hypocrisy: he must be dust and nothing more.
Sun or samoum, the ages pass: a mummified Pharaoh maps the years.
1925