Ritual of Something Too like Vacuum
As ignorant as light that streams from rooms
Where love has been, we think of you. Alone
Now, more like air within the pharaohs’ tombs,
We try to fill the dark with more than bone
And skin of memory. Your flesh recalled
In darkness like a pyramid’s square black
Sealed off inside death’s walls woos us appalled
Without you. Desert sands surround the lack.
That deathlessness of death has taken hold.
This rock imprisonment is stronger than
The lasting things it traps like casket gold,
And closed inside it all is just one man.
..Your muscles now embalmed with spices of
….Priests’ spells pretend the lastingness of love.