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For Lower Nubia

There was a time in this very spot

before the dam was resurrected

before the now dead president flooded a culture

when everything was black and brown.

Nubia thrived by the grace of Horus

people styled tombs.

Villages moved with the pace of elders

temples changed by time of day

everything was black and brown.

Now beneath the glimmer of a beautiful lake

relics evaporate from the surface

masks reflect in the ripples

their images stretching to the shore

and the only color left is blue.

from Seasons of Lotus, Seasons of BoneFind it in the library

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Published in Matthew Shenoda Poems

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