Jericho Skull Poem by Ima Ryma

The Jericho Skull be my name.
Dug up from under Jericho,
Nine thousand years after I came,
To be made up and put on show.
It was the custom that my head
Be adorned to better adore
Me even after I be dead.
I guess a nice touch to die for.
Was lost then found by future folk,
Back on show in a museum,
Got a high tech facial - no joke!
Hey - this dude turned out quite handsome.

The purpose of this sonnet rhyme -
Tell I am a head of my time.