Our huge nude asked, “Wait—how’d you read the sign?

I know you comprehend all words you hear,

but this was written—and in Greek. Seems queer.”

“Math employs Greek symbols all the time,”

the Traveler said. “I just spoke them aloud,

and hearing them, I realized their drift.”

The nude nodded, “But not the hieroglyphs

on Duat’s gate. Got it. Continue now.”

The Traveler sighed, “I killed the stereo,

and coasted, while the monster sniffed the air.

It shouted out a thunderous ‘Who goes there?’

I shook with fear. ‘Nobody’s here,’ I croaked.

“The cyclops seized a stone and gave a roar,

‘Nobody? Yeah, I’ve heard that joke before!’