Mummies Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mummies

Shah was the authorised
Washington in Iran
To run the Asia, Africa.

I flew Hercules
Using a secret name,
But always with "LF"
As "Logistic Flight."

Different were letters
For "Europe" and "US."

These flights were schools
To teach and conclude:
"Politics is B.S."

Spoiled were those flights
And stunk roots to tops,
Among the was this one:
"Pyramids" for Sadat.

When flew to Cairo,
Planned to meet Ramses,
So, went to his place.

I like the museums,
They lead the visitors
To far past, distances.

That, of course, is true
With patience, interest
And, a bit of knowledge.

Took a time in Cairo,
To visit museum
Near which was a well.

Both taught me lessons of
Seeing depths to surface:
"History removes veil
From sealed and covered."

When there, I must have had
Left behind me Tehran
And what was related,
To absorb bright light of the sun.

Of course, not all crew
Could have had same view.

Crazy as I am
Looked into an art that
Animates, Zoetrope...

On pages put frames,
All of what encountered
And flipped book's pages,
On run were images,
As if watched some movie.

The Pharaohs kept coming,
Saw slaves climbing
With foremen slashing
On the poor men's skins
Carrying the blocks, pyramids.

"In the well, " as was told
Thrown were intestines
Or soft parts of inside,
So, body would be cut
And set in chemicals
Then massaged with cream,
Mummified and then wrapped.

Bones, skin and cloths
Had remained of Ramses.

What is life? I questioned,
What are we? I wondered.

In my time, long after
Found Huaris, in Andes,
Similar and the same,
Were great and selfless.