Revive

Fearing grave robbers

The High Priests moved her body

From the Great Pyramid

And hid it in a sacred cavern

Three thousand years later

We discover her tomb and

Load her ornate sarcophagus

Onto a raft then float it

Down a subterranean river

To our camp on the Nile

When it’s in our tent

I pry the lid open and

There she is: arms crossed

Arrayed in all her finery

Unwrapped fresh undecayed

Lying as if asleep

The professor gasps

We look at each other

The question becomes

Not how to preserve her

But how to revive