Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

At death

At death

A Pharaoh’s heart was weighed

By jackel-faced Anubis against

A feather of Maat, Maat of justice.

If the heart balanced,

Hello, heaven.

If it dipped, uh-oh,

Here’s that sand nap.

 

So, now

When a romance ends then

Shortcomings are weighed and weighed again

To find a slight downward pull of guilt

That unbalances.

Good bye, God speed.

The door behind you.

The rest ahead.

Single Post Navigation

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: