Coo & Co join Claude Debussy in scrutinising these objects :>o
Our 'room six' recalls our poem on CD's first prelude (vol. 1). We discern similarities in his preludes describing museum pieces :>)

Canopic jars

While in room six the broken sisters trance,
   in five, four jars stand sternly in their space –
each has a head, but none has feet for dance
   connected to its perfect-circle base;
here's Hapi, for the north, baboon-head god
   who used to hold the lungs within his walls,
      while Duamutef, jackal from the east,
stored stomach, human Imsety the wad
   of liver, south, close by west's falcon calls
      from Qebehsenuef, the entrails priest.

All viscera had vanished by the time
   the archaeologists unearthed the trove
in Egypt's sands and dust and dirt and lime
   within an eighteenth-dynasty-aged grove;
no bones remained, no vestiges of heart,
   no knowing the location of the dead,
      rejoicing in Osiris' goodly land
or, if judged bad, being roughly ripped apart
   by Ammit's teeth, in crocodile-esque head…
      all silent, stern, the four jars stand and stand.

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Written on 2019-06-13 at 19:44

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Excellent; or, in the vernacular of another era, I can dig it. Seriously, this is very fine work. Your poetic leaf is green and flourishing!

You've depicted the work of mummification with wit and humor. The poem, I don't know why, reminds me of Shelley's Ozymandias. :)

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
You had to do some heavy lifting for this one, but you pulled it off with style.