...but as my mouth shuts,
sarcophagus over corpse,
grave over grief,
I stand and reach for the hand
before me, itf Anubis;
as my mouth shuts,
and my fingers no longer race
desperate for a drop of
you, in the parchment,
my mind rustles in the
sand;
as my mouth shuts,
bones cracking into place,
tissue dry and still,
you slip from my dead hand;
as my mouth shuts,
I fear,
for I will never
see you again.
as my mouth shuts,
my mind urges forward:
would you even try to
dig my heart from the dunes?
as my mouth shuts,
now I feel the embrace of
wings of green, mwut Isis,
who puts my thoughts to rest:
would it even matter, at this point?
as my mouth shuts,
embracing that which comes after,
the taste of you barely
crosses my gritting teeth,
anymore;
as my mouth shuts,
and I stop looking,
so you vanish from the light,
from the sight,
from the soul,
from the mind.
