Dear king Menkaura

Dear king Menkaura 
What message do you have for me, 
From the old dynasty? 
That stunning person beside you
most certainly looks like your queen
Although, the chatter of 
Art historians amuse bouche me
with their endless vacillation
Of who she can be. 
Mother! Are you kidding me? 
What message do you bring for me? 
Your lady is gripping you 
tightly around your waist. 
And that is what I carry. 
A lady with a firm grip around her man. 
I like that! 
Thank you dear present sculptor, 
for chiseling to life, steely king Menkaura
with his beautiful queen, 
secured in a basement at present, 
in Boston, as stolen property 
from the Giza. 
You still pulsate. 
Radiate mad heat. 
You and your lover 
They say you're incomplete.
They have noticed unpolished surface 
that is bothering their ilk. 
Dear artist, you must be amused. 
Don't they know by now, nothing is ever complete, yet everything is finished? 
King Menkaura has FINISHED the museum 
In Boston! 
If they took away everything, everything,
You and her would still make the museum. 
You and her 
That is what you carry 
You carry love through eternity. 
You still carry it for me.