i am insistent
in carving a
wedjat upon
my furrowed brow
before the falcon
flies off into
the setting sun

absorbing as much
from the hunter’s
screeching cries
awaiting the adze
to crack my skull
the hooks driven
through cartilage
to remove my brain

wrap my corpse
in bright silks
send it floating
down the river of night
as sobek quakes
at the knowledge
leaking into
the waters of life