THE CURSE

City walls.

Vultures and violence.

The Empress of the Night.

The vigil,

enemies fall,

the blast

like thunders of pity

roaring of grief,

at last.

What God has come

to fulfill the prophesy ?

All this men

aligned and queued

waiting expectant

the Osiris rising.

Egyptian night,

stars like tokens,

enigmas,

sphinxes rising to the moon.

We search

for cloistered fountains,

the thirst for truth,

the water of wrath

spilling

from our parched mouths .

Wet bodies lingering

in sinful embrace.