Nectanebo the pharoah of the Fall
could make dead girls rise up from dust to dance
writhing their cobra limbs, called elephants
into his war. They rushed towards his call
from lands below the Nile, rose from the place
where they had gone to rest, their ivory
pitted with worming. Cursed his foes to die
then rise up to be ordered into place
in his front rank to die and die again.
And it availed him nothing. In a cell
he died of gangrene and did not die well.
The Persians bricked him up alone with pain.
He scrawled these words on each one of his scrolls
' These spells will cost you all five of your souls'