Her 2000 Years' Beauty Poem by Norman Jin Shyr Wang

A tomb's dug aground
and a noble woman's found
Her face's astounded.

They've tried to regain
how was her beauty sustained
in 2000 years condemned.

Her coffin was checked
no magical fluid's sake
only made of locked decks.

She's a rich lady
and turned poor after man's death.
She's no food for days.

Hungry 'n exhausted
she went into sleep, steadfast
she's buried, not dead.

She woke, dying for help
finding herself in fear
but, none's ever heard.

Free of food remains 'n
good germs in clean ground water
soothing her flesh, after.

No king 'n queen's done better
from the east to the west than
she'd, unexploited
her grace's adored
in destiny unfold.