Burnt Verse: the Desert Dance
New crumbled men shift sleeping ash along the wretched Nile,
While tongues of Gods once worshipped fast and glory in their bile.
Their textured sand speaks ancient text of terraced tombs below,
But the desert dance continues on to ruin what doth grow.
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