Concentrated Flames, tamed by refined skin, a kin, elevated from within, a power, suppressed by monumental cowards, sent to devour, Alexander ate the great, defaced the nostrils of our race, and misplaced our name, yet our frame remains, on God’s primary stage, for we were made plague resilient, ordained by Hieroglyphics, adorned with amulets- luxurious lapis lazuli- adept men admired mirrored images conjoined to mirages; serene scenes set on nilotic dreams, but complexities intervened inundating the pristine. mystiques faded, philosophers’ stoned. phobic doubters tore the left eyes bedazzled by Ma’at’s thematic sequence. her medic didn’t care as much as she Thoth. she scoffed, laughed, coughed and wheezed in her coffin, ravaged by the bandits who left a trail of torn bandages records and libraries manuscripts. unappeased by the upheaval of a lavish land and culture now in pieces like the people breathing deep from the diaphragm inhaling the past we breath in the present.