You hunted the pharaoh
Over hundreds of centuries
Of darkened sand
Stained with sweat and blood and semen
Indiscretions in oases between races
of man
Thought forgotten through time
Through rhyme they are found again
Interstitial cells, membranes
Fusing times and lines
And rewriting historical designs
Of genesis and procreation
And guaranteed heavenly association
The losers here are not our fathers or
our sons
The losers here have lost their spirit
Here in the swamp of true reflections
The swamp gas barely hides the stench
That permeates the nothingness
That exists in the shells that stand
Before the water’s edge
And pray for enlightenment
With papyrus in their hands
And sacrificial lilies in their mouths
Stems dangling against cheeks
Leaves wilted through the suffering
And the despair of travel
Through a darkened world
Where no one cares, and no one
understands
You recite the glyphic verses
Trying to fight the future
And raise the dead, raise the dead
Raise the darkness from the sands
And find the sparkling diamonds
That are supposed to exist inside
This sandstorm that moves with
heartbeats
Through your skin as you pray your
voice will be heard
And that the ether will flash into
light
Finding your pharaoh tonight
Amidst the graying, wrinkling skin
You’re seeking eternal life
In one single moment
One purposeful summons
Goes unanswered
But for the echoes of your own voice
As it cascades across the canopy
Caught in the green methane glow
Who will hear it beside us
No one really knows
Egypt was a desert once
But the only sand here is in your
heart
Dust and debris of a memory
And as much as I wanted to take your
hands between my own
Help you out of this self-destructive
mood
You had to see this for yourself
To the end
That what is done cannot be undone
There is life and there is death
There is freedom in one
And penance in the other
Which is which, is the question
What do we have before us
But a mystery
That will only be solved
Upon the last breath
That leaves our chests
You tried to raise the dead
But they almost claimed you
I hope now you see
I hope now you’ll dream again
Instead of finding emptiness…
You hunted a pharaoh
But maybe instead
You’ve found yourself
Hidden
Underneath the dunes…
Underneath the shifting sands
Of you…
You’ve found time
To heal your wounds
