and the mummies we unravel
are really us that day and night
on the river remember the colors
and yet we return to a pile
of stones clever as a pyramid
once bordering the Nile
now just a desecrated tomb
smelling of human excrement
we want to dig them up
so we can lock them in cabinets
put them on display to say
how far we’ve come
we hardly recognize you
barely know how far
from your great heights
we’ve slipped away
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