||[Aug. 31st, 2014|01:31 pm]
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.