The water seemed clear
But after the first gulp
I felt grainy particles sloshing
Through my teeth.
It is was it does not want to be – I thought
Water usually does not lie
Unless it has been poisoned
A liquid lobotomy of sorts…
Who knows, it could be the remnants of that corpse
They found dissolving in the river
Last month.
Alone, a gelatinous mass that at some point
Resembled a human…
The sand of the
Time to time
When the wind blows, our sky turns red
And we breathe in the dead Bedouins
And the spirits of the dead Pharaoh
who had thought
They could conquer death if only for
A small eternity…
The endless pause of time that keeps moving,
Forward and backward in memory
And in sand.
If you die in the
And you forever die.
Fivos R Drymiotis © 2006