There’s a flicker in sight,
The last carrying crows emerging on the cross;
There’s a break in the earth,
A floating woman in the valley;
And there’s a room up there,
A silent still waiting bear;
And I see blurry things,
And from them a vision:
Twenty centuries hence,
A boy above a red sky
Stares down the path,
Quiet in the wreckage,
And he will see a tree-lined avenue
To the stairs of the last pyramid,
A final transport from old Alexandria,
Calling for everlasting life,
Calling with a faint voice,
And he will fall in love with the faint voice.
And twenty centuries hence,
When the king chases foxes
Among brown leaves,
And the boy climbs the dirt
Steps to the blinding sun,
And the skin is slick with sunscreen,
And the strong take his hand,
And they turn into the next.
And across the desert
The great lasting of the boy,
The great green collapsing
With an old breathe,
And the blackened eyes
Of a now brown boy
Looking upon the silent
And shifting dunes,
And he sees what we
Will all see:
Tigers waiting in the crumbling wind…