hard pyre and
nineteenth century values
a spelled Egyptian king
comes to catch the faking life
no it is a shadow
yes its paint
below pharaoh his
gods were snakes
poor bone cold up
from the river with only a curse to
his name
arise! arise!
get out of your
dusty box napkin face
knotted hankie beast cottontail
bang bandage
hands around the white throat
of a plump clergyman
his cross crushed
by your ankhy cross of life
more floating baggage
without grime scrolls or three
colour poster
in a hall of pin copper pitch play lude wonders
a muffled princess
shipped with bier
he smells her
sept
lust for scarab and
scabie
goes out the
door to London
penny paper fog and
gas lamp sothis
ladies of vampire ice
feeding on nurse maids
Ripper Jack cuts
to dusk
"A Mummy goes West"Mark Littler
January 2013
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