Obelisk In Exile
Ann K. Schwader
Lost lonesome starstack needle eons gone
from Theban gates, it stands less monument
than mystery, a silent testament
to some now-nameless conqueror. Aswan's
pink granite glories snatched from hand to hand
to transport beam & onward . . . outward . . . why?
What purpose could it serve in alien skies,
at this galactic port where starships land?
Whoever's prize it was, one thing is sure:
until erosion rasps these hieroglyphs
to sand, an Earthspawned shadow haunts this place.
Last royal revenant of Kemet's race,
it walks so long as its cartouche persists --
the Name of one determined to endure.
Ann K. Schwader is an active member of both SFWA and HWA. Her new chapbook of horror & dark SF verse, Architectures of Night, is available now from Dark Regions Press. Strange Stars & Alien Shadows, her first dark fiction collection, will be published in eBook & POD versions this fall by Lindisfarne Press.
Check out Ms. Scwader's dark fiction and sample stories.
Other poems by Ms. Schwader
In the Canyon Lands
For All the Starlost
Deep Sky Desert
In Darker Skies of Mind
You Know They're Watching
"Obelisk In Exile" Copyright © 2003 Ann K. Schwader. All rights reserved.
Published by permission of the author.
This page last updated 07-31-03.