Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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5:38 a.m. awaking from a dream about a poem
to write, digging for artifacts, deciphering
inscriptions, on the Nile floating to Thebes
its ancient ruins preserved at Luxor, Karnak
further south thoughts of gold at Umm Karejat
tumulus scenery along the way, memory of
the dead or the indeterminacy of our past
rewriting lives in monuments while the truth
lies sealed in vaults hidden beneath sands
who we really are repressed, buried beneath
tons of rocks, scabs now scars, the thin lines
separating the stones, even as we hold on to
secret behavior, because of their treasures
they left pyramids to their memory, usurped
priesthoods in feigned authority to align
with the stars, inventing combinations into
heaven as thousands were slain, souls violated
stains of virginal rupturing soiling their cloth
the verity of actions remembered differently
the trauma of who we really are entombed.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    April 9, 2009
    Palmares, Costa Rica