TUT-ANKH-AMIN

BY

NINA C. FULFORD

Sands blowing free and drifting with the
Winds of time
Have covered thee; Oh child of Egypt;
King of time.

Safe from pillage while you slept away the
Tides of time
And did not age; Oh, child of Egypt:
King of time.

Yet sands run out within the hourglass that
Measures time
And drift about;Oh child of Egypt;
King of time.

Now strangers hands profane your sleep that
Blessed time
Cannot withstand;Oh child of Egypt;
King of time.