After the last tourist leaves and the curator locks them
What do they talk about, late at night, in the Egyptian Museum, Berlin?
Do the old ones gather round their antique queen with sighted gaze held fast
To whisper lamentations and bewail the times long past
When once the Aten shined so warmly bright upon their fabled lives
Or are they merely mute and only stare far off with rockhard stonecold eyes?
October 15, 2005