Sands of the Sahara

 Bones of a child curled in repose,

Buried in Golden sands,
Whipped up by lions mane winds.
Stories told by the desiccated skin
Peeling away into curls of words,
Punctuated by gilded diadem –
All that is left of an ancient life.
A soul long flown away on Horus’ wings.
Yet the feather of Ma’at can’t measure his existence,
For the sands of the Sahara obscure his history,
Within the shadow of Cleopatra’s throne.
The child will tell his tale another night.

 NB he Black Mummy Child was found in Libya and predates Egyptian civilization by 5,600 years, yet has been preserved using Egyptian methods – posing the question, who did the Egyptians learn this technique from?