Death – Where is Thy Sting?

By on Sep 5, 2008 in Blog, Photography, Poetry, Portfolio

Death – Where is Thy Sting?

If Mummies Could Talk

The shroud surrounds the body

Oh death where is thy sting?

The dead live on for centuries

Listen – hear them sing.

 

They cry for mercy – LET US GO

We’ve paid our debt to all

Encased in wooden coffins

Lined against the wall.

 

They carved our coffins with signs of gods

And birds with gilded gold

To protect us as we lay here

No knowing where we’d go.

 

This was SACRED – where we lay,

Please – don’t come so near

Not meant for you to stare and say

“What’s this, what’s that, look here.”

 

You see our bodies wrapped in cloth

Our skin preserved like clay

You cannot see what’s in our hearts’

Or know what made us grey.

 

And now two thousand years have past

You stare at us through guarded glass

Grant us I pray our dignity

Turn out the lights…..  & & AND GO AWAY!!!

 

(c)g.abbey. Standing in a room of mummies at the Egyptian Exhibit in London