Sweat turns into fumes
Sandals seared by noon
Oasis only in toon
Nothing but sand dunes
Cryptic creeks of tombs
Stones stacked slant
Urns quaking in their ashes
Lingering like a bad perfume
"Death, the symbols spell."
Stirred his companions
Bloodhoud abandons
Scarred by an ugly smell
Wall arrows crisscross
Mummified mens' lies
No haven for Christens
Osiris sees no sin
A grave fit for a king
Will do for a robber
Bait on the bobber
Slipping off the ruby ring
Doors close, sealing fate
Men turn to canibals
Oxygen turns to CO
The team's wives, now widows
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