Burried in a stone struture
you were unearthed by a man named Howard Carter
on November 26, 1922 you were found
you were too young to die at only 18,
and became the Pharoah at 12
with you were also your wife and your two children
along with pots, weapons, food, toys, and clay minatures of your servants
you are the son of Akhenkaton
your death mask is made of solid gold
over your heart sat a small amount of steel,
it was worth more than all of the treasures in your tomb
you are also the father of Rameses II
your arms are crossed, one hand grasping a whip-like tool, and the other holding a crook
under your sarcophugus sat a very interesting man, until he was uncovered by Carter
your body has been hurt, bent, twisted, and broken
and now you sit on display in a museum.
And now although one of your lives have ended, I am sure that your next life has started.
Author notes
I chose option #6.
In case you didn't get my rift, it really bothers me that people put mummies in museums. It's like if someone dug you out of your grave and put your body on display in a public place.
A contest entry
- OPTIONS FOR EVERYONE!!! by NooNiThEWitcH.
425 points, ended March 8, 2007, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Do you think this is too much like a History Report??
Comments
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Well that is an interesting point of view towards mummies. I mean I like looking at their gold and their pottery and their skill
I liked your poem, it is very nice and simple.
If you could shorten this line though, just divide it coz it makes the poem look weird, coz it is very long:
"over your heart sat a small amount of steel, which was worth more than all of the treasures in your tomb"
Keep on writing, and thank you for entering this piece in my contest. Good luck.
Nooni
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