After looking into those closed eyelids
That hold the memories of history,
I think of the secrets that they once hid,
And how they have endured the trickery
That took them out of their burial place
And encased them within this modern tomb.
Visitors forever stare in his face,
Wondering what lesson there are to learn
From his wrapped body and leathery skin;
The curled lips always showing his smile
Of battles he lost and lands he did win.
At one time, he was the king of the Nile;
Now, he lies in a glass sarcophagus
To put on a show for the rest of us.
John Collings 