Looking For Alexander
Adventures in Egypt
I came into Siwa
not on horseback like Alexander the Great
seeking godhood and the world
but on a bus crated with chickens
stopping at small waystations
where we might defecate
into a hole in the ground
owned and operated by children
who would take our coins
and bid us proceed.
Then pulled in a cart
by another young entrepreneur
from the bus stop to my hotel
overlooking a grove of strange trees
and already rented to
roaches the size of scarabs.
I asked the owner if it ever rained
and he gestured with a wave,
“It rained once in 1926 and
washed away the town.”
At first light I walked to the temple
where Alexander spoke to an Oracle
through spirited walls wailing
who decreed he would be a god king.
Alone in this hall I heard nothing
so grand, only my own longing
and so I stole away to parts
off limits that I might carry away
any souvenir or relic to recall him.
At the bottom of a cobwebbed well
slanted in the earth
I found shattered pottery
I imagined he drank from
and bore a hole through it
to make a necklace.
Caked in desert heat I swam in a
seemingly bottomless oasis,
took pictures of the bleached bone carcass
of an unknown species of cattle
and stared at the burned sands where I
pictured his body lay hidden and buried.
In the village streets children followed me
and asked about the world at large.
One had a toy pieced
of a battery and a leaf
that would spin towards Mecca.
I bought them sodas and a soccer ball
and we kicked until it set with the sun.
I never did find him there
but under the sickle moon
where he once marched an army
these Egyptians made me feel like a Pharaoh
foreign and of a different time
but a Pharaoh still.
About the Creator
Kincaid Jenkins
Author of "Drinking With Others: Poetry by the Pint" available at https://redhawkpublications.company.site/Drinking-With-Others-Poetry-by-the-Pint-p470423761 and for purchase on Amazon.
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