Poem #2,706 | Grave Diggers at Bubasteion – Saqqara

Those sweat-brow diggers
at unsealed tombs –
players
of games for cameras & all
our buried routes to gods –
dig lost graves –
an unsettle
[via ego-driven professors]
of sand & boulder unto dig
deeper
[& barrow-toppings
up of disturbed dust] –
they
seek their own retributions
after Carter –
Egyptians will
find more & retain that
god-hole
of heavenly goods –
All
magic is dusted off by puffs
of hand-held blowers –
Hear
their sand-cut breaths as all
that is discovered is held up
in unreal bulb light
[afterlife
extended by vari-focal eyes]
from there priests retreated
to a new king –
soul-blocked
from a forever death by digs
now undertaken –
they rape in our science way
& leave less interesting dead
[by auld hierarchical rulings]