The Bust of Nefertiti

In the belly of the museum
Past the halls of men in power
Technological advances, spanning millennia of knowledge
Her face, her neck, and shoulders seem to hover like a tower
On a pedestal of marble

You stood there for an hour, weeping at the symbols
Your knees cold upon the tile
As a golden disc of sunlight seemed to circle you entirely
And so you ask the question, "Why is she in Germany?"

The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti

Residing in her chamber like a wise Egyptian deity
No wonder she's so famous, how she radiates divinity
And in the diary of the excavator declares she must be seen
That no photograph could replicate
Gasping for air, I think you agree

As you weep before the symbols, your knees cold upon the tile
How a golden disc of sunlight seems to circle you entirely
And so you ask the question once more, "Why is she in Germany?"

The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti

The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti

The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti



Credits
Writer(s): Meagan Duffy, Luke Temple
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