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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
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