How long ago did they sacrifice you,
Make you a god at the edge of the Nile,
Give you a stone heart of hematite,
Wrap you in cloth soaked in embalming liquid,
Place you in a sarcophagus of gold, wood, granite,
Lower you into the sacred resting place?
Now modern man
Put you on a table,
Behind steel bars,
Pointed your teeth
Toward the Nile,
For the tourists.
You are an ancient god,
You deserve more,
You belong next to Tut,
Your crocodile jewelry displayed next to you A number in the guidebook,
A number for the ancient one.
Hialoakapua - on the Nile