- Vol. 07
- Chapter 07
Alexandrians
Lovingly they traced your face, remembering your days, after your death so early
your eyes, they knew –
your face, they knew, would speak across centuries and seas whisper on and on from Alexandria’s harbour Egypt in your youth, Egypt in my youth (were our hopes similar?)
young poet I studied then, young whole words, back-street words: fledgling-hopes, revolution-hopes, down the years ancient and fresh echoing from Alexandrian streets
dashed against the rock-black corniche
your smile, almost playful shadow of a grin face made up for death
face made up ready to party (that’s what your lips tell me)
in death our lives go on
The beauty of a mummy case, the soft contours of your body polished wood
cupping a history revolution-hopes remembering your days faces in a museum on the street
mirrored in your necklet
flesh in my dreaming beyond bodies
sister-brother, your face translates beauty
radiant, tentative
your smile knows itself your smile, sparkling gold and eyes we know in our memory-sleep