Friday, 4 June 2021

Ramesside: Life on the Street

 

for Mohsen Elbelasy and Ghadah Kamal Ahmed

 

Block the waterways to the funerary wedding processions

As they march the powdered fascists

Through the streets

 

Stolen sandtraps dumped by the roadside,

Cloth masks damped onto new layers of skin

Spontaneous combustion of the face,

Fired from the hair down

In the dancing of Burnt Lydia

 

The New Kingdom must fall,

Ramesside revenge porn

From the Elders elsewhere.

 

The desiccated head is speaking,

Its aching teeth bursting,

With desalination, a mouthful of tobacco,

A spoon for the brain

And a testicle sewn back on,

A crocodile with its legs reversed,

This skeleton model of itself

In the tombs of the bulls.

 

Moss-fingered where the hoopoe’s sandbank

Is washed up in silt,

The chough-billed clang and clamour

As the filthiest birds probe the dirt.

 

Bury the iron caskets

In their cement lagoon,

Padlocked gravel goods

– The sleeping goats,

A dancing bee-bull

In hives of bulls

Seeking a queen.

 

Wash away the walls of this house,

Black silt fingers

Beckon from the reedbeds,

From the black-slit apron,

To a town that is no longer there.

 

A sandal bird-scarer

The exploded boot

Discarded of the gods,

And ducks fly as portents.