There were hieroglyphics on her parchment teeth
that jangled in the breeze she breathed
into dead languages still stuck beneath her tongue.
Forgotten goddesses sheltered in her mouth,
ancient secrets hung as pearls from earlobes
and tombstone nails that peeled history apart
layer by layer
to see if she could spot the differences
in each repetition.
Writing and Works 
Nicely penned
the muse stepped out of this marvellous museum piece