I have come across a number of references to Egyptian mummies being unwrapped recently. Apparently there was a craze for doing so in Napoleonic France. There was not much scientific rationale for do so, but when has that ever stopped people. I felt that this activity was fertile ground for the poet. When I lay there,. Having my brain extracted through my nose,. While my guts were pulled out by the handful. And dumped into the jars at my feet,. By anyone less than a God.

A View From the Bridge of My Nose. The passion and beauty of spin. We are looking at the same fundamental issue in many areas of political and societal affairs. At a simple level it is the demos against the élites. AND, the élites against the demos. Ah yes, wait for the Reflexit ticket at the next election. Remember where you heard it first and buy a poem.

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