The jackal's head, an eerie silhouette
An outline of death beckoning,
Fading through the sand.
The last gasp before I depart,
The colour of the gods cannot be known,
Swallowing black; descending
The feather of justice weighs the heart,
The whispers of the anointed call me.
Spiralling pleasures of the past,
The taste of honey, the tingle of sex
A gallery of strobing images haunt me
Ephemeral, fading; void
Was it you that followed,
from another life?
in the Amber glow of birth?
To re-unite and ignite
Another life depicted on papyrus!
My soul transcends and morphs,
meandering through the Nile,
Smothered in the oil of blue lotus
My entrails sealed in a terracotta jar,
hear the screams