Am I a disappointment? <br />I would hate to short-change my public. <br /> <br />Nonentity, nobody, groupie – <br />Are you hoping that my celebrity <br />Will transform you? <br /> <br />I am a single corridor away <br />Only a few steps down from the blazing light <br />Not too taxing, I hope? <br />I am the ultimate peep-show <br />The great un-dead <br />A cheap thrill. <br /> <br />Pagh! The stench of your sweat <br />The fungus of your breath <br />Lies heavy on me. <br /> <br />I am wearing my golden mask <br />But where is my black resin scarab? <br />My gold hands holding painted crook and flail? <br />My golden ba-bird? Serpent amulet? <br />My falcon collar? <br />Where is my dagger? My beadwork? <br />My finger rings? My bracelet with the rich cornelian swallow? <br />Where are my woven sandals? My linen headdress? <br /> <br />Before my door was forced <br />My dreams were fragrant. <br />Carriages I had <br />And the love of queens. <br /> <br />Now they have peeled and cracked my fragile world <br />Like rotten fruit. <br />Once slaves bowed down like wheat. <br />Men rose and fell like dust, at my command. <br />Now, I am the dust. <br />The sands of time, lap lapping at my feet<br /><br />sheena blackhall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tutankhamun/
