Death against An Old Pharaoh

around this time when heat recedes, friends die the dividing line between febrile life and permanent winter stuck in the sky thins like toothbrushes settling jailhouse strife our journey through years severed by the knife -a blade calculated, determined eel- strikes quickly, its wounded prey, slow to heal tuck myself in, as prepared Pharaohs, trussed in Egyptian threads that I conceal this silver marrow from eels, and knife blows