Antony and Cleopatra swam at Mersa MatruhIn the clear blue shallows.Imagine the clean sand, the absence of litter —No plastic bottles or scraps of styrofoam packing,No jetsam at all except the occasional corpseOf a used slave tossed off a galley —And the shrieks of the dancing Queen as the hero splashed herWhile her cheer-squad of ladies-in-waiting giggled on cue,The eunuchs holding the towels ... (read more)