Poem: Faiyum Fetishist


Faiyum Fetishist                                       Published in The Stony Thursday Book (2014)*

Manchester Museum


I own this space whispers the Faiyum portrait

above his exoskeleton.


Although he fails to blink,

his hands tap a tune.


So ungenerous, so ungenerous

the melody goes.


Tagged in a glass cabinet with other gods:

God of Taxonomy, God of Embalming.


My nasal cavity bears little resemblance

to this face, a rattle in a husk.


Held together with bandage and plaster

harnessed to a figure of humanity.


Encaustic, faced into feeling

bright-eyed serious boy.


Let me marry you this instant.