Mummies for the New Millennium

they chew
holographic fuzzy bubblegum
in the dark chasms of their mouths
and rub their backs
against the underbelly of clouds.
They blow pleasure bubbles
and breathe out rippling moans.

I dallied in foreign paths. I
climbed Jacob's Ladder 2.0
the mummies were chewing, chewing,
chewing, like alligators chewing piglets.
They put their faces toward me,
shifted their mouths in size and terror,
and spit out their darts of lizard spit.

Rejoice! Though wounded, I retreat
to the safe austerity of the ancients.
I retrieve their scrolls from clay pots
break open the brown, fertile earth
plant seeds
bake whole wheat bread.