Jackal, you coated your tongue
with Osiris. Thirteen pieces of linen.
Ra rose meatier every morning.
Ask fat Nuit.
(And get the Lapis out your gums!)
Guard well, toothless darkness.
Isis/Demeter/Diana
hunt forever....
your teeth grace ancient necks.
Jackal, you fell to Akhnaten's pack.
Torn apart.
(Turnabout's fair play)
Where were Tiamat, Shiva, River Mares?
Tutankhamon's politically buttered
bread....lip service resurrection.
Jackal....tomb toy.
Jackal, run.
The time of Fenris nears.
Hyenas are wolf delicacies....
Olympian banquet table
tosses....
to attentive dogs.
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