Rackham Limbs

When in Egypt new mountains rose above the sands of Memphis,

You lifted your head above the playa

At Abu Simbel god-men sat in silence,

Hands on knees like the Lushan Buddha

You crouched here, bent against the onslaught

Of a mountain thunderstorm

Did you learn the trick from Katschei,

To gain the world and lose your soul?

Is your heart locked in a babushka doll somewhere?

Or do Rackham limbs conceal still

The pulse of life?

August 2010