Another Egyptian poem. This one I can date. It was written in 1986. Manchester University has a great Egyptian collection- much of it assembled by Flinders Petrie. I used to say I learned more about the ancient Egyptians from the Manchester Museum than I did from going to Egypt.
This dead thing in its body bag and box (Mummies have faces like grandfather clocks) Stood in a rich man's hall. Claire Sheridan writes He chucked it out for spooking them at nights. Its little twiggy toes make me feel sad. I wonder what kind of an afterlife it's had.