Day 22: Egypt

After mentioning the Egyptians in yesterday’s poem I felt like going for a poem on mummification, so here is my tribute to the mummies, and here is a bad image of my favourite one at the Manchester Museum’s exhibition:

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Mummy gazing at Manchester Museum

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Shallow graves in the sand

Dip your finger and brush bones

The wind warping a desert

Like a sea does a beach

Pulling back the veil of dust, of burial

Showing new eyes old bodies

Still human, still the skeleton you feel

When you press your hands to your lovers back

The fine tuning of their fingers rubbing your ribcage

Delving, burrowing to get to your lungs, your liver,

Your stomach, and box them up all neat. You might

Need them later.

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They would hook your brain out from your nose

Like a sneeze, and dissolve the rest with chemicals

Like a crime, solving the puzzle of what the dead do

With their spare time, they pick themselves up

Re-root their eyes, their heart intact in their hollow chests

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Cheating death, our world, charted by clocks

Is not so far from these people’s souls, housed permanently

In their preserved bodies. Behold, you are young again forever

Chants bringing us back, the walls shake and the glass

That separates me from a corpse, decomposes back to its elements,

Sand, sand, the heat of a sun turned to strength.

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The Stirred quad is formed of Rebecca Audra Smith, Anna Percy, Jasmine Chatfield and Lenni Sanders.

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