In the Valley of the Kings
These bright hieroglyphic symbols,
Undamaged, in appearance new,
Transform the arch above our heads,
Filling the eye from every side.
Drawn here from around the world.
Rapt, we stare, seeking to engage
What reason cannot comprehend,
Absent eyes to see, ears to hear.
For untold decades, for centuries
Mounting into four millennia,
They sheltered, in protective dark,
In the silent tombs, memories.
Modern searching discovered doors,
Opened passage, admitted light
For scholars, for tourists, pilgrims,
And still we look and cannot see.