Isis - Poem by R K Summers

The world turns over so many times.
Fourteen scattered pieces across the globe.
Bit by bit, he was coming back.

Typical of a man.
The woman does all the work.
Then when he woke up again,
He said he was exhausted.
And retired to the Underworld.

I put you back together
If anything, I should be the one who sleeps forever.

Fine, go back to bed.
I’ll spend the night with your brother instead.