Thursday, November 26, 2009

an afterthought

i am a pharaoh
painted on a casket face
and i dare not crack a smile
for if i do all of the colors
would bleed
and that would be the end
of pretty little stoic me
not much remains
behind my garments
you can open my mouth and see
there is no mention of you
and what was sacred
is shriveled up
or embalmed in canopic jars
waiting to be ransacked
it is just me in my apt now
the heiroglyphs
go unnoticed
--left to the afterlife with my cat
the other was looted
thought of as some kind of valuable
though nothing is eternal
just remnants of a time lost
are wrapped up loosely in me
of something african
or perhaps asian
--an old mystery that cares not
to speak of itself
but you would not find me special anyway
because my resting place
has not gone untouched
vandalised
several times
no more diamond-encrusted shine
behind my eyes
no sapphires ignite your interest
no gold-plated chest
just a whole lot of emptiness
and when you find i have
gone to ash, to dust
will you think of me/you?
and what we all go back into?

i hope in the next life
i shall never meet you

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love your poems.

Please keep it up.

-Dreama

Anonymous said...

thanks

Anonymous said...

Thank You for the inspiration!
Please keep it up!

_Dhie!Mond_