#Relics from Future Deserts by Hourloupe

I was buried
With 5,000 strings of beads
And a belt
Of white-furred arctic fox teeth

Somebody loved me

My nostrils filled
With crushed fat
And rosemary chewed
Then sewn in my pocket

The funk of the afterlife
Lodged in my armpits

As you drew eyes
In your high school art class

Beneath my cloak my penis
Glistens with resin

In the corner of my hips
My body markings
Are mandalas
Of the motherboards of heaven

Your grave is filled with used condoms

At the nurse’s station
A room plan for each patient

Maps to a set of vital monitors
Heart rate, bp, 02 sat

You’ve pulled off your leads
But no alarm goes off
There’s no one in attendance

You’re free now to go to spirit class
We’ll meet somewhere
In the industrial revolution’s early stages

Our instructor just back from an expedition
Surrounded by specimens in glass cases
Will begin his lecture
On burial masks

You text my stone tablet
Glyphs appear in my chat

Here’s a picture of me
In just a knit cap
As you can see
Still stiff from my nap

Here’s a heliograph
It shows
A scene of a pleasant day outdoors from my window

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