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Retail Egyptology By Doug Tanoury In the supermarket Where navel oranges are stacked high With great precision Like the great pyramid of Giza, And Santa Rosa plums Form a lesser monument For a more mediocre monarch In The Valley of the Kings. I am the jackal -faced god, A duster of old bones And petrified flesh, Who breathes the desert air At 5:00 a.m. and peers wearily Over the meat counter, For a fleeting glimpse Of the floating head Of Queen Nefertiti In hopes her regal gaze Will fall on my English cut roast. Awake Osiris to the sound Of the Nile's water And sea birds calling from the reeds To catch the gleam of light On stainless steel countertops For it is the deli meats Hanging in long strands from the ceiling, Indeed it is the garlic bologna and hard salami That unites the upper and lower kingdoms. © Copyright 2004, Doug Tanoury, All Rights Reserved. |
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