egyptian

A King Is Removed From His Tomb

You are a dry aged

steak 

 

Long past your 

expiration date 

 

Foul is the odor

of sulfur

 

They called you 

pharaoh

 

I call you

just some dead guy 

 

They hauled you off

from your tomb

 

To the mausoleum of the

 smithsonian

 

There they interred your

body as an artifact on display 

 

A king

stolen from his grave

 
No one special,

no one important  

 

just some bones on display 

for them to take photos by

 

No respect for the dead,

the dead don't respect 

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Anubis the Forecast

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The sand ascended,

A whirlwind closeby.

In the tomb,

Where the dead were lain to rest.


From this storm raised,

The aspect of Anubis.

The god that attends the dead,

To the hereafter...


With robust voice raised,

He let me know:

"Dead you go!"

My destiny written down.


A day hereafter,

In normal life;

I almost drowned in the lake,

Death had grabbed me tight.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A Vision I had.