As The Sun Dial Turns

Isis smiles
Rising from her feathered bed
Yawning
Greets the dawning sun with a sleepy head
Surveying out the bay window
Egypt
Grand and prosperous below

And it warms her heart to know
All is well in the Kingdom

While Nefretiri cries crocodile tears
Pouting neurotic mess that she is
Wiping away her bleary eyes
She can't imagine skies any less dreary

And in the Palace of the Pharaohs
Her life with Ramses really blows goats

Babble on
He yammers endlessly
Gloats about Ethiopia
And other empirical conquests
Dinner party guests think he's such a snore
Heard his goddam stories so many times before

And for the umpteenth time
She finds herself wondering
What the hell is this all for?

Where is her Moses
Lavishing her with roses?
Along with other silly romantic antics
Like having her good side in naked poses
Tanned and toned
Painted onto obelisks
By commissioned artists telling dirty jokes
Admiring her tits between their brushstrokes

Their dicks hard in fists of wishful thinking

What she would give at the bargaining table
To that cruel desert god who lured
Her leading man away

Last she heard
He went on to live a lecherous fairy tale life of a fable
Banging the seven daughters of a Midian shiek

A different lay for every night of the week

Here she sits alone
Pitiful
Amidst fits of drinking
Drowning her sorrows in grain alcohol
Laced with lime
Stoned out of her mind
Slowly sinking
Descending into the waters of denial
Up to her eyeballs

Horus scowls
Into bed he falls
Muttering to himself,

This was no proper way
For the Queen of the Nile to live,
Nefretiri

The fault is yours
For refusing to follow him into the mud pits
Get your manicured princess hands dirty

And thanks to your mule headedness
This God of Abraham he heralds
Will soon knock on the doorsteps of our firstborn