The Big Windows Review

When my bones shake off this spirit, bury mein the Valley of the Kings! Let tomb robbersanoint themselves egyptologists, drinkclaret from my skull, eat caviarfrom my kneecaps. To them remains the sun in the sky, its fleet of swift-footed cloudsand itinerant condors. The rainbowand the aurora, the sleet, hail and shower.The star and streak of…