I see a tiny, blue pyramid in a window -
from the tiny to the Great Pyramid in Egypt.
With my mad-stone-touching group we are
to spend an hour alone in the King’s chamber.
We crawl up the steep airless passage and one
by one, lie inside the red granite sarcophagus –
The doorway betweenthis world and the next,
we are told. Chilled, I lie inside the sarcophagus and
stare at the darkness. I wait. Nothing.
Not even a glimpse of the high mysteries,
just trembling knees.
Then the strenuous crawl down
the vertical suffocating passage.
Outside, the evening air tastes delicious.
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