A King Is Removed From His Tomb

You are a dry aged



Long past your 

expiration date 


Foul is the odor

of sulfur


They called you 



I call you

just some dead guy 


They hauled you off

from your tomb


To the mausoleum of the



There they interred your

body as an artifact on display 


A king

stolen from his grave

No one special,

no one important  


just some bones on display 

for them to take photos by


No respect for the dead,

the dead don't respect 

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Anubis the Forecast


The sand ascended,

A whirlwind closeby.

In the tomb,

Where the dead were lain to rest.

From this storm raised,

The aspect of Anubis.

The god that attends the dead,

To the hereafter...

With robust voice raised,

He let me know:

"Dead you go!"

My destiny written down.

A day hereafter,

In normal life;

I almost drowned in the lake,

Death had grabbed me tight.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A Vision I had.