Gold clasps clip-end
his blueblack hair
b’yond shoulder; collarbone!
Gold, too, his kilt with lapis tail
t’match th’hoops ‘bout ankles; wrists!
Okapid head as dark as th’moon is pale;
ears as th’sail-bound masts of ships!
Right hand holding
still th’dagger drawn
that flashed through divine flesh,
this figure Horus faces fierce!
In his own hand (his left)
he takes up a stalk. Your red heart I’ll pierce,
after tearing through your chest!
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Image credit – The Collector
william altoft 