Anubis

why are you taking my heart while my eyes still sin
with sight
of breeding and breathing empires
sand mountains
with sudden storms
rising and falling under new Heavens
under the showers from closing skies
for future pains of birth
blessing the land of soon to be dead
but not buried slaves?

the desert
its silence

and why is this mind refusing
to cultivate the grains it once sow
while its time has flown behind copper mirrors
under the golden dome
where I lay crippled by Sun’s opening light?

just do the rite
of unthinkable, Anubis

still born has never died
of this Earth