We've been buried for a month or more,
and it's gotten old.
This tomb has lots of distractions
(I'm reminded of the pyramids):
but nothing like the world we knew.
No matter how many gadgets and gew-gaws,
the fact remains: we're stuck.
There's food, there are books, there is
the inevitable television,
(which the pharaohs were spared)
replete with news and politics
and assorted drivel
that would bore us to death, if we weren't
already dead and buried.
So here we sit, lined up nicely
in our nice, neat boxes--
veritable mummies, wrapped in
anti-virus masks, antiseptic wipes, and fear,
drumming our freshly-washed fingers,
impatiently awaiting
resurrection.
1 comment:
Excellent portrayal of our dilemma!
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