Saundra Rose Maley


Walking Toward King Tutankhamun

Some thirty years have passed since first I walked
With thousands, toward your mask. Your toys still lie
As if at any moment you will come
To play despite the tiny caskets that hold
Your sacred parts, so carefully removed
And guarded by the gods.
..............................................In which small cage
Did they place your soul, your Ba, a bird? Boy King,
This time I come to ask—is there a crossing over
Or is this life just what it is, a sandal strap
At best? Tell me, did the fluttering bird escape
And fly above the leveling sands?
I lift my face into your mirror.
You are still nineteen and I am not.

Saundra Rose Maley is co-editor of A Wild Perfection: The Selected Letters of James Wright and of Solitary Apprenticeship: James Wright and German Poetry. She teaches at Montgomery College in Takoma Park, Maryland.


Published in Volume 10, Number 1, Winter 2009.


Read more by this author:
Saundra Rose Maley
Maley's Introduction to Vol. 6, No. 1, The Whitman Issue (Winter 2004)
Saundra Rose Maley: Tenth Anniversary Issue