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
