The silence funereal
His lips not drinking or baiting breath
Its muzzle all aflame
With savage howls
Idol of Anubis
Aflame...
In the fluttering veil
That girds her absence round
We breathe in always
Though it brings us death
His century appalled
At never having heard
That, in this voice, triumphant death
Had sung its hymn
As to himself, eternity changes him
The poet reawakens
They, like a writhing Hydra
Bestow a purer sense
The boundaries evermore
To the dark flights of blasphemy
Hurled to the future