#2038 - a garden in the afterlife

 

2038

6.211

30.vii.25

a garden in the afterlife

a feast for Nebamun

 

an entertainment for the ages

 

to count the geese, the cattle

 

wine garlanded in jug

a pile of sycamore figs

loaves oven hot yet

 

here are the sheaves

the desert hares hung

Dorcas gazelle

 

a prayer for the one I serve

 

and the girls?

they are dancing naked in the forever

ready for this bliss

 

it is a painted world

lotus flowers

plain tiger butterflies over all

 

after life

this beauty of this

better than we leave

 

how fortunate

to count so far

survive a life

 

as the sky persists, so all of this

 

marshes teeming

and our triumph over

 

but the sun god hunts light’s enemies

 

the name of Amun is excised

 

it also survives to us – the mudbrick drab

death’s dim light

a god in each least corner

 

clay sherds for senet

 

 

the river’s wash

 

the fisherman – one who consorts with crocodiles

 

let’s one more game then

swig of the finest

bone for dice

 

as one scribe to another

in time beyond all time that was

I keep a record here