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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