Mummy Unravelled

I met a stranger from an ancient land
whose shambling legs of linen bound bone
furrowed the desert, long tracks in the sand.
He eyed me coldly with flesh tattered frown
the withered lips hissed a glyphic command,
though I did not catch a word that was said.
I wondered perplexed at this lifeless thing
with arms outstretched and a heart long unfed,
then grabbed a loose flap the wind made appear,
pulled the wrappings from the rotten old king.
Till naked he stood in bald disrepair,
the parchment flesh, all was peeling decay,
fell in a heap when unbounded and bare.
“You too!” I cried before walking away.

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