I get it how we were the Egyptians
In our former lives and loves
But the more I hear about the pharaohs
The more I want to meet the slaves
Or at least the ordinary people
Not since they imagined the hieroglyphs
Has the picture-language of our lives
Been more preoccupied with death
Not even counting the Middle Ages
Their empty tombs and temples
We're converted into banks and
Celebrity events while meanwhile
Each trained scribe has his own
Unique style and nameless signature
But the story's still all about death
And the new mysteries of the after-life
Which still have to be deciphered
Catalogued and stored and lost
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