Shadow Dance
Poetry by Gill Schwartz

THE OFFERING

I worship the sun god, Ra,
as He rises over the cold desert hills.
The day begins and roosters crow
and donkeys neigh in their chores.
All things come to life at His touch.

Mornings my son leads me here
to Ra's pyramid.
His wife leads me home
again at night fall.
Here, I pray and pass my days.

I'd fought with life too many times,
and lost.
So I gathered myself
here one day as offering.
and let my body wither
and my eyes burn out
while I transfix his journey
across the sky.

 

 

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