Carved in hieroglyph formations, it tells a tale of some
three thousand year old Pharoah, cursed by the blood
of his brothers cursed by the dead sand. There are rarely
any statues left of the last great rulers,
but the eyes of Cleopatra haunt me still-
wrapped in brown tarp, heart gone as if dead,
and the cursed words ringing shrilly in my ears, over and
over again each time I am resurrected.