I walked for three days and three nights

one foot on the bank and one in the stream

the hostile buzzing of bees in my ears

and the bones’ dry buzzing in the cemetery

I walked in my death

pacing its underside for thousands of years without going forward

Gravedigger bird or pickaxe

pecks at the earth

empties it from within

strains the clay through his hands

“Make a place for me beside you!”

The archaeologist's laughter flows down his chest like an untouched waterfall […]