Stripping away each layer of earth and stones

to reveal the skeletons
of noblemen and women, wives and children,

in death-masks, aprons and tunics
of hammered gold,

Schliemann believed he had found
what he had been looking for all along

and was staring into Agamemnon's very eyes.
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For me, you will be immortalized

at the traffic lights,
one morning when we kissed

before continuing on our separate ways:
your face lit up like gold

in the first and the last sun's rays.