Thank you, Tbird, for this lovely verse:
Day of a Cat's Death (from the Egyptian Rites of Bast)
The occultation
of the sun
by the heart
is observed
The sky
looks away
and occludes
with clouds
The trees
are hung
with lamps
of ash
Do not talk
to the wind
which is paying
its respect
Do not talk
to the night
with its dark
head bowed
Bast is joyous
The goddess
holds another
in her arms
She is licking
the death
from its eyes
and whiskers
as though
it is
more precious
than a newborn
Her breath
of milk bathes
and anoints
the appointed one
There is nothing
kinder
than death
she purrs
The eye and lash
of the goddess
make a nine
lying down
The stars hush
and make room
A paw print
presses
into the wall
of time
The moon
comes late
lonelier
than ever
to say one word
Selah.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
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