No single thing, not pyramids alone,
Nor Sphinx nor modern street,
Nor black land’s donkeys
nor red land’s camels.
Instead, a cascade of whispers:
Antique shards and modern beginnings,
Unreadable hieroglyphs, unreadable Arabic.
And always the Nile, always the desert sand,
Awakening ghosts to the ruin of their world.
Arousing one feeling, resolute, calm,
Unshaken amidst desolation.
It said: “I still serve Ra.”