Heaven on earth

The museum is closed for refurbishment,
Time to tend the mummies and the shrunken heads,
Curators become ventriloquists with their trophies,
Opening and shutting the jaws of the sleepers,
This is how they said it would be, what the shaman
And the high priest envisioned in the fire and the sand:
An afterlife of pampering and purpose.
Next week the museum reopens and the worshippers will return,
Bowing their heads before the shiny glass altars,
Pouring libations of over-priced coffee and coke,
Buying votive charms to hang from their chariots,
A life of pampering and purpose.

Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2017-09-17 at 18:38

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, indeed.