Sands Of Time

 What scarab-shelled secrets lie within this sarcophagus?

What mummified fires now crawl forth

to light my dancing from this tomb?

Under ancient dark i filled canopic jars

with the hibernating drunkenness of my love,

and now i will cross the desert like a Bedouin,

carrying all that is mine.

The hieroglyphs that named me prisoner

shaken as dust from my sandals,

for i am pharaoh. 

Born again in the palm of Anubis,

and embrace of Sekhmet,

my heartbeat a wild drum song

pressing on toward the Red Sea,

where you will find only waves,

licking the cartouche of Her chosen from the sand.