Watch me,
watch me now,
watch me
live before I die.
Watch my days,
my weeks,
my months,
all my time.
All those moments
carelessly tossed,
crumpled, disowned,
shredded,
trashed into indifferent bins—
it never mattered
if I sorted them right:
compostable,
recyclable,
landfill.
Unforgettable.
Unmentionable.
Every shred,
and scrap.
Anubis,
soft footed scavenger of hours,
carefully uncrumpled,
Smoothed away
each wrinkled time,
reeking of old linen,
river silt,
opened graves.
All that I had scattered,
he summoned,
swept up one last time,
rushed from all the places
I had ever breathed,
rushed to touch
this faded flesh,
Engulf, Suffocate,
Liberate.
Embalmed
in the distillation
of my life.
Until the Light,
blinding light.
Too much
for the swirling
darkness inside —
I heard decades
of sounds
trapped inside:
murmur,
rustle,
rumble,
roar.
Hush now,
hallowed mind.
Not even a whiff
of what was
left behind.
*Anubis is the ancient Egyptian god of mummification, a guide to the underworld
