Tutankhamun

Anubis calls and predators stir. The jackals raise their heads and cry And penetrate the desert air Across the mauve horizon. And soon the carrion of goats Will be the carcasses of boats A sea has jettisoned. You stare as grains of sand Pour through your hands As time yawns in waves of sound across your yellow lands, Where winds reshape the dunes And build you castles of security. Anubis calls. The jackals cry. The predator's astir within your being. Your bones now crack the silence, Boy King, Tutankhamun, Your doom the price of incest.