Inhume

The silence funereal

His lips not drinking or baiting breath

Its muzzle all aflame

With savage howls

Idol of Anubis

Aflame...

In the fluttering veil

That girds her absence round

We breathe in always

Though it brings us death

His century appalled

At never having heard

That, in this voice, triumphant death

Had sung its hymn

As to himself, eternity changes him

The poet reawakens

They, like a writhing Hydra

Bestow a purer sense

The boundaries evermore

To the dark flights of blasphemy

Hurled to the future