The Curse

He opens his eyes
 Falls in love at first sight
 With the girl in the doorway
 What beautiful lines
 Heart full of life
 After thousands of years, what a face to wake up to
 He holds back a sigh
 As she touches his arm
 She dusts off the bed where 'til now he's been sleeping
 Under miles of stone
 The dried fig of his heart
 Under scarab and bone
 Starts back to its beating
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 She carries him home
 In a beautiful boat
 He watches the sea from a porthole in stowage
 He can hear all she says
 As she sits by his bed
 And one day his lips answered her
 In her own language
 The days quickly pass
 He loves making her laugh
 The first time he moves, it's her hair that he touches
 She asks, "Are you cursed?"
 He says, "I think that I'm cured"
 Then he talks of the Nile and the girls in bull rushes
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 In New York, he is laid
 In a glass covered case
 He pretends he is dead
 People crowd 'round to see him
 But at night she comes round
 And the two wander down the halls of the tomb
 That she calls a museum
 Often he stops to rest
 Then less and less
 Then it's her that looks tired
 Staying up asking questions
 He learns how to read
 From the papers that she is writing about him
 Then he makes corrections
 It's his face on her book
 More and more come to look
 Families from Iowa
 Upper West-Siders
 Then one day it's too much
 He decides to get up
 Then as chaos ensues, he walks outside to find her
 She is using a cane
 And her face looks too pale
 But she's happy to see him
 As they walk he supports her
 She asks, "Are you cursed?"
 But his answer's obscured
 In a sandstorm of flashbulbs
 And rowdy reporters
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 Such reanimation
 The two tour the nation
 He gets out of limos
 Meets other women
 He speaks of her fondly
 Their nights in the museum
 But she's just one more rag now he's dragging behind him
 She stops going out
 She just lies there in bed
 In hotels in whatever towns they are speaking
 Then her face starts to set
 And her hands start to fold
 Then one day the dry fig of her heart stops its beating
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 Long ago on the ship
 She asked, "Why pyramids
 He said, "Think of them as an immense invitation"
 She asked, "Are you cursed?"
 He says, "I think that I'm cured"
 Then he kissed her and hoped
 That she'd forget that question