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    Set, Egyptian God of Darkness and Evil, Speaks of Job Reassignment, Past Lives and Love:

    Transmitted on Monday, April, 13th, 2009 in Heroes & Myth , Poetry

    Set, Egyptian God of Darkness and Evil,
    Speaks of Job Reassignment, Past Lives and Love:

    (Interviewer’s Notes:  If he had demanded my blood, my death,
    if he had demanded anything, I wouldn’t be consumed by melancholy.)

    I’ve bathed in black, called up the Jackal God
    for you. I’ve come as storms. I’ve ravished skies,
    carved up your Nile, ate fishermen and priests,

    reed boats and Pharaohs’ wives in the same meal.
    Of course, this is my second life. In my
    first life I worked in wombs assembling bronze-

    skinned boys from clay and knitting black-haired girls
    from grains of sun and shafts of wind. But death
    and storms are gifted so much prayer. And once

    the child is born a god of birth will starve
    to death in want of praise. It’s fine. I’ll wear
    this suit you prayed to black. But who could love

    your life more than this God of Woe? Who else
    eats stars and still will pause to bless your child?

    Appears in Measure

    Taken from “…hide behind me…”

    click to hear me read this poem

    Tags: Egyptian, hide behind me, metrical poetry, Nile, persona, Pharaohs, sonnet


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