Alchemisland

Temporary abandonment of land

All the sons of Adam in attics 

I will drown the Sphinx’s maze like a burstbank Nile

Covering the black land entire, sand pied as a mire

Hippo backs like the bellies of upturned pirate ships

Statues rising from the new isthmus, cryptic Cynocephali

Holding in left hands god-strung lyres, Giza twin Orion