By Claire Zoghb
So many towering things
in that dusty country:
pyramids, columns, obelisks
and three-story Pharaohs,
one granite leg extended
as if to crush us.
A relief, then
these seated scribes
lining the museum’s glass shelves —
small enough to fit the palm,
legs akimbo, a kind of love
in the hunched shoulders,
tiny hands poised mid-glyph,
each stylus lost to the ages.
Egyptian by birth,
monumental in his own way,
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with the sound of his voice.
Clara, come see —
they mummified their cats.
Fouad has lived seven years
in his own tomb now.
I smooth fresh scrolls
of papyrus across
my alabaster knees,
head bowed, waiting,
my pen casting a shadow
the length of the Nile.
For more poems by Claire Zoghb check the full winter 2014 issue of Sukoon