I received a very odd communication this morning. When I got up, I found a letter on the kitchen table. It wasn't there last night. The doors were all still locked and the windows latched. I heard nothing although I am a very light sleeper.
When I picked up the letter, I saw that it had no stamp - I hadn't expected to see one - only a stylized capital Q in the upper left corner and in the center, the words I have used in the title: "Weird Genii Making Deli Meat".
Inside was a single sheet of what I believe to be papyrus. The poem that appears below was written on it in reddish-brown ink using a brush of some sort.
I know humn went much deeper into the time and space travel aspect of the community meta-puzzle than the rest of us. I can only assume that he has discovered some of the dread secrets from which Deusovi tried to protect us. I believe the poem was written in ancient Egypt. I have no theory regarding the envelope. I can only pray humn returns safely to this time and place. I believe also that it is, was, or will be his wish that this poem be published as part of the community meta-puzzle. I hope I am doing the right thing.
It's a piece of a code round a man with a gun.
More than half a grand grand of it, isn't that fun?
It is found in your fist and the glove of a fox
And this pie piece, I've heard, is no stranger to socks!