La Almoloya, Grave 38 The silver diadem set upon your head four thousand years ago marked you graced you sparked you with sunlight When you strode into your palace hall your silver earrings chimed with wind song When you raised your arm, the clang of your heavy sterling bracelets called your parliament to order Your riches surprise the diggers Silver cups for drinking wine a silver dagger near to hand to greet assassins Your bones surprise the scholars Entwined with your consort You embrace your infant’s father the scarred warrior who rode into battle at your command You ruled not he Iberian queen Your tarnished crown transfixes The fragments of your life pitted and seared illuminate enthrall ignite Questions You left no hieroglyphs, no runes no epic saga But the touchstones of your life shimmer charge the air After your burial Your settlement burned Your people scattered from the mountain top vanished Were they lost without you? Elizabeth Fletcher Click here to learn more about this artwork and its archeology. Elizabeth Fletcher’s poems have appeared or are pending in the Ekphrastic Review, The Schuylkill Valley Journal, the Muddy River Review, October Hill, The Dillydoun Review, Ariel Chart, and Tiny Seed Literary Journal, among others. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Her nature essays on snowy owls and sea turtles have appeared in The Philadelphia Inquirer and she is co-author and author of medical education research publications. She has a BA in English and writing from Hamilton College and an MS in Technical Writing from Drexel University.
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