At the Egyptian Museum of the Vatican

I followed a woman from one room into the next.

With light ahead, her dress became transparent.

What was she wearing? Was she pantyless?

I followed the woman from one room into the next.

She stopped at the foot of a female-faced sarcophagus

with gold-leaf and lapis for its final garment—

she wasn’t its Ka appearing in this world from the next—

just a woman, with light ahead, her dress transparent.