And the dust
made up the desert of my organs.
my blood had become a thick clay,
heart pumping red tar
in my drought-ridden flesh.

I had reached them,
the great pyramids.
But in their looming figures my body found no comfort.
Spluttering muddy phlegm,
regurgitating blood,
and skin flaking from my crisped nose.

I yelled, screaming for Ra's blessing.
But all I got was the hollow touch
of Osiris's green tinted skin.