The Mummy

Desiccated cadaver of a thousand years,
Breath in its lungs, dawn of new fears.
Embalmed by a jackal, lay to rest in the past,
Sandstorm arises, a billow overcast.

Slab of stone removed, spectres in search,
Bellow and shrill midst dust and smirch.
Fingers tapping, it lifts its head,
Surreal ascends the living dead.

It climbs and walks the earth once more,
Serrated upper teeth and missing its jaw.
It limps profusely, driven by rage,
A creature out of time, of a different age.