I will meet
you in Saqqara,
on the seventh
day after death.
We will stand
on the edge of life’s expanse
and watch that
old sun god
descend.
Tell me about
your feather’s weight
and I will speak of mine.
Your wrapped hand,
pressed against my hollow chest,
will feel
my soul beat
until
the end of time.
©️ 2019.
Slight revision.
