Seianti Hanunia Tlesana
Now wants to protest. But the lack of
Her jaw-bone and loss of her front-teeth
(As well as her flesh) means that she is
Unable to speak for herself and
Is glad to accept this scribe’s service.
When still in her prime she foresaw in
Her wisdom decay would prevail. Thus
Some clay was amassed, and instructions
Were given to artists to model
Her image seductive and buxom,
All tinted in natural colours.
Thus she was shown forth as a gift to
The future, that this work of beauty
Might sound a soft echo of pleasures
That she brought to men. The fine lady,
This done, could put up with old age and
The dribbling of lips that in youth were
Adorned with love’s whispers and kisses
Before her sweet breath became foetid.
And so her life’s shade could endure the
Denial of sunlight, content that
Her beauty shone over her coffin,
Preserved just as she had decided.
But cruel necromancers, the priests of
Your science, put flesh on the time when
She did not have beauty, so they could
Enjoy some cold cerebral pleasure. In
The impotence that death has imposed, her
Indignant remonstrance can not be
Sustained without pity’s assistance
In place of the promptings of love. But
True praise, she asserts, must derive from
Erections desired, not from duty.
Behold this effigy, and while you have a tongue
Pronounce out loud once more my long-lost name.