Papyrus
They’re just streaks in the wood,
old termite paths carved into dead lumber
by long-dead critters.
But as the fire feasts, I am reminded
of Alexandria, watching
hieroglyphs burn.
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I love the imagery of this poem. Thank you.
Love: “But as the fire feasts, I am reminded
of Alexandria, watching
hieroglyphs burn.”