The City of the Dead

The wind blows clean scouring in Sakkara, Necropolis of Memphis gem of Upper Egypt. The purity of sand and sky maintained by late rising in the twentieth century. The titan walls reach from a sea of silica crystalline grit of ground quartz once drowned, devoured by desert, now disgorged… the mill of life having preserved the germ of memory eternal. Far from the light surge of incandescent and florescent, from the leavings of modern man Sakkara rises again, for such as we to glory in… Imhotep’s caress of stone, song of sand Rises, as morning follows night, Rises like bole of palm stroking the cheek of Ra.