Catacomb

And it's back!  After a short break this blog of writing bits shall resume with a poem, just as it started.

"Catacomb"

History is a grand scale

One-upping contest.

An archive of thick books

With bible-thin pages

Covered in ash and dust

of the infamous dead

King Tut is the most famous

Dust bin I’ve ever met.

He had a gold casket

With turquoise stripes

And a pretentious cane and scepter

Besides murals of half naked men

Kneeling before a dog-faced pharaoh

Hangin’ out in the Valley of Kings

With other smug dust bins,

What did he do in life?

Uh… die?

The Great Wall scoffs and says,

“Let me show you how it’s done,

Pyramids” and display their kings

In stone boxes with accented jade

As tempting grave-robbing riches.

Beside the lock of the stone alcove

Waits poison darts for intruding fingers

Like a sign saying:

“You can sweep me up,

but it’ll cost you!”

And sweet Anne Boleyn

With rubies, perfume, silk gowns,

And a lovely beheaded crown,

Sticks out her purpled tongue

At her kindly husband, Henry

“My daughter is more famous

than your son.  NEENER!”

Red headed Elizabeth 1 and her brother-

I’d have to google his name.

They put all the dust bunnies

Under my bed to shame

Their stories make me laugh

As I pass vast rows of shelves

Of books with mummied spines

Is this dust covering these tomes?

Or ash of the dead themselves?

And I’m gasping in their catacombs.

Thank you for reading, and have a fabulous day!
~Katie Healy

PS: Stay tuned for Thursday's installment of Simple Observations, "The Five Minute Rule".