In memory of Heqanakht - a priest of Egypt's Middle Kingdom - about whom I'd know nothing but for the loving care of Carolyn, of the British Museum, whose path I am fortunate to have crossed.
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Amidst awkward doodles
and abandoned sketches
a few scribbled fragments
hide the outline of a thought,
embryonic shape
of literary creature
A sheet crumpled is found in sorting
the thrill of a fleeting glimpse caught,
a passion for letters rekindled,
and Zen months and a sennite pass
in the hollow pursuit of hollow men
yearning to live on the lips of others
In quiet study a man of privilege keeps
atop antique gueridon, a small manuscript
a curious work of unknown sources
kept safe for eons from history's grip
From mysterious ancient symbols
the silhouette of a character emerges
a peek of a mature personality
begun with scribbles on a crumpled paper
9-V-2005
In memory of Heqanakht - a priest of Egypt's Middle Kingdom - about whom I'd know nothing but for the loving care of Carolyn, of the British Museum, whose path I am fortunate to have crossed.
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