home bound city evening

Home bound city evening

 

The Anubis sits at the door.

Yonder, the spell of rising moon…

The city with sighing fogs…

Look back at it and feed the Anubis

          Another day of your life.

 

Open the window of your room.

Let the creeping pollens of death,

                                               The polluted airs come.

She does not lift her tired eyes

                                At the level of you.

Her hands presents warm foods

Those you junk down your body.

Fool’s paradise is sparking before your eyes.

Turn the channels.

 

Anubis sits at the door…

Moon mourns for being bound on a city sky.

You cannot turn to another life.

 

 

Author's Note

# Anubis is the Egyptian god witha face of a jackal. a god of death.

Reviews

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Oh wow ... structured like this ! this is amazing ... I like best " She does not lift her tired eyes
At the level of you.
Her hands present warm foods
Those you junk down your body.
Fool's paradise is sparking before your eyes.
Turn the channels." I want to mourn with the moon for how my city has become ...

Excellent work. Best wishes, Pammy.

[George Love]

Interesting work. I'm still trying to wrap my head around parts of it. This flowed well when read aloud.