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.