Papyrus and Loin Cloth
So, let it be written, so let it be done.
At the Pharaoh’s order the old scribe wrote
recording his words one by one.
A thin sheet of papyrus was where he took note
as he read back what was said by rote.
He sat in the corner wearing only loin cloth
facing death if displaying signs of sloth.
To him a person’s fate was no mystery.
He’d record their condemnation with no thought.
To him a person’s fate was just history.
6/30/2020
The Old Scribe Poetry Contest n/a
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2020
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