The Egyptian Mummy speaks
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AFRICAN ART AND PHOTOGRAPHYThe body is a strange thing
perservation is an art unto itself
for a body to remain intact,
not rotting, not returning to dust,
though many thousands of years pass by
is a sign of man’s ingenious mentality
his ingenuity and capacity
to understand and realise what can be done
with the right herbs, oils and minerals
it is not magic but it is awesome
this body, a shell, a casing
meant to hold the soul
the ba, the ka
most bodies return to dust
all feeling, all trust desipate
the lust
bites the dust along with trust
without feeling there can be no hope
mummified remains, to merely be
because this body met with the ritual
to be preserved
as close to its once living state as possible
that any intellect remains, to sense reality
is due to my own magic actions
made while still alive
when my veins ran true
and my heart beat steady
and my brain was sharp,
my vision clear,
my hearing picking up every tone
and my tongue could taste
but also roll words off with elequant exactitude
and i could feel the flesh of a woman
with my hands and my erect member
knew the secret passage to ecstacy
with estatic delight and traveled there
as often as possible
oh too dry am I now
bring a drink to my parched lips
it would be divine
a kiss with a concubine of mine
the thought’s
a sweet desire that sets me near afire
and yet the flames can’t flutter to life
for I have been dead many centuries
look at this nose, like the hawk’s beak
look at my curling cap of hair, it’s red
near the same color as t’was in life
my eyes are glass however
and so the sight I view is muddled
due to dirty film settled
on them o’er all these years
my skin has aged to a purplish leathery shade
a prince was my title, royal prince
sadly though I had many brothers
no chance to be king
look upon me
wouldn’t i make a fine king?
yCall me your magesty, show me respect, all
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