The Mummy
My daughter painted my picture,
it hangs next to the mummy’s bust sculpture she made.
They both resemble each other.
They are the stages of my passing.
Mummies in some cultures
were preserving the bodies
for eternal life –
prolonging human’s existence.
So this is our ending.
“Let the dead bury their dead”,
for in death we are equal with animals.
There is no sacrament - death amounts to nothing.
Copyright © Art Wielgus | Year Posted 2018
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