Premonitions of the West   Ann K. Schwader
 

The shadow of a jackal on the wall,
A bitter hint of natron in the air
Some hot & windless midnight . . .  oh, beware
All impure hearts!  For at that jackal's call
The Western road lies open to your feet.
The balance of Two Truths is near at hand,
& only the dread Lord of sacred lands
May guide you safe to where the Nile runs sweet
Forever.  Frankincense & cedar oil
Speak priestly wisdom to your cooling flesh
Against corruption now, as weeks of toil
Prepare the bright-winged ba to rise afresh
Out of that silent house of death, & go
To blessed reunion with its ka below.

 

 
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