We have obelisks, knot amulets, dead

languages, a fragment of Tutankhamun 

with his nose in ruin, limestone never

meant to be touched. The Egyptian 

government buys their tomb back. 

Before Harry Burton left, he took

photos, assisted by two Egyptian men– 

they helped him develop silver

gelatin prints, glass plate negatives 

of gold treasure, of the boy king’s tattered underwear.

The two assistants names’ are not recorded, but we know

how to starve a god, to keep him from his offerings,

to replace wine with mosaic tiles.

Siobhan Jean-Charles, a biracial Haitian woman with a curly undercut is wearing a brown tank top. She is sitting with her side profile visible, her head turned to gaze unsmiling at the camera. Green cacti surround her. Behind her, a glass window reflects telephone wires and buildings.

Siobhan Jean-Charles (she/her) is an MFA candidate at Arizona State University. Her poetry can be found or are forthcoming in Broadkill Review, Furrow, Redactions, The Tusculum Review, and The Shore Poetry, where she is the blog editor.