Thaw-Irkhet-if

 

at last the light

the promised light

slipping from Osiris’ grip

crushed by the wheel of centuries

yet

this is not the land of the lord of silence

this is not the fertile valley

this is not the underworld

this is the harsh light

of an alien world

where sacred sarcophagus

is rent asunder

and remains displayed for voyeurs

of the dead

my lord

the dog head prince

has failed his duty

to protect my grave

dragged from the necropolis

here I lie

for eternity

in the land

of the tainted

forever banished

from the arms

of my ancestors

here in the place

of sacrilege

here with artefacts

and tomb crime

here where the soul

drifts aimlessly

until the end of time

here in my home

my ancient home

my Kemet

my black land