In the belly of the museum Past the halls of men in power Technological advances Spanning millennia of knowledge Her face and 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 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