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Mummy Rest

A Poem by:

Joneve McCormick

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I spend my nights

in a case grown large,

watch serpents in the noon sun

swallow their tails,

at dusk

glide into river reeds.

Nefertiti will bring a womb

for me, soon to be her son,

hoping I will not blame

this time

but remember

the small thought

that begins

life in death

death in life.

Everything that is

vanishes; after sensation

that most delights me.

We sat on thrones

built by slaves,

their songs

captured in the stones,

found, whether king or footstool,

man does nothing

he does not choose --

but much he will deny.

An old woman

inches through the drizzle,

taps her stick

along the foggy shore

looking for something washed up.

We will begin again --

new, transformed.

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