Nefertiti

Mummy dearest,

corkscrewed queen,

embedded six feet down.

Headpiece removed,

your skull looks normal;

too much like mine.

The gods are relieved your reign is complete.

Plague, Old Testament kind;

blood, locusts, first born.

Did they bury you fancy,

with rings on; the sapphire

I gave you for your birthday.

Rest.  There will be no dig; no museum,

no squandering of your remains,
no flowers.

tk/July 2014

Beautifully read by R.A.D. Stainforth ...

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