The bust of Queen Nefertiti in the Neues Museum of Berlin
The dabble of your power
have reached nowadays…
in thrill I lift my chin,
half-closed eyes
to see the sun disk
shining throughout the hall
above the heads of others…
The center piece -
with shallow breath
I read: ‘the beautiful comes…’ -
Illusive woman,
you could easily manifest
as multidimensional being…
I see you wearing false beard,
a pharaoh’s robe and kilt
wrapped around the body-
is this the reason
why you’ve disappeared…
Mummy hunters scour in vane
the dark tombs, excavating ruins;
regal throne stained by the trophies,-
the history keeps digging for truth.
Unfolding the future
skills - blast - revelation
we can’t forswear
that won’t see
victorious tall crown
at the head of
our saviors…
by Brenda Warren
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