In Saqqara

In Saqqara
In Saqqara\r\nhy Catharine Savage Brosman\r\nHe felt the threads of faith unraveling—\r\nhis mind a wilderness, his bones a bit\r\nof mineral—and all his body shook\r\nas if possessed. He took the alphabet,\r\nundid it, twisted it into a code,\r\nand wrote in cryptic letters on the stone:\r\n"Now in the name of God before all things,\r\nremember mc, the poor and humble man.—\r\nI, Victor." Thus he ean'cd—a flake, a chip,\r\nthe stylus scratching in the darkness. Bells\r\ntolled ominously in the cloister; prayers\r\nfell heavy as a judgment, echoing\r\nbeyond die walls. lie watched. Along tlie dunes,\r\nenigmas in a windy tongue appeared\r\nat morning, shifted, changed again by night,\r\nbic read his doom and left the secret words\r\nas part of tinre, then saw his life run out\r\nwhere alpha and omega met again —\r\nbeseeching passers-by to read his name\r\nwhen der\\'ish winds go whirling in the sk\\',\r\nand pestilential suns redeem die world.\r\nDICTATIONS\r\nCitizens\r\nNow that eihzenship has become an alien concept to\r\nmost Americans, the distinction between citizen\r\nand non-citizen is being obliterated. Decades ago.\r\nJustice Thurgood Marshall was already making the case that\r\naliens, even illegal aliens, should —or, rather, cl/c/-enjoy\r\nvirtually the same rights as citizens, and recently we have\r\nheard the claim (from "consen'atives") that the last distinction\r\nenjoyed by native-born American citizens —nanrely,\r\nthe capacity to be elected president—should...

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