Aten's Anguish

ATEN’S ANGUISH


He collapsed with vigor, obliged by sleep.
We welcome dreams. Let us host.

The mosquitoes bent in force, backs heaving in work. Ah!
Butterflies of an Egyptian end, Rose-thorned proboscises
The draped night air exhaled though pores, the bleached prince lies, in lasting dementia.
probing there, here! They squeal to dissonant effect. A fleeting neurosis.
We erect these pyramids in white sand.

Crawling masses, children of Ethiopian ruin. Simmering
vapor dissolves behind the black, pores wrest open.
Museum of everlasting lives. Caress this display
Enriched, enriched, in greedy awe!          
The virulent mass descends, hushed with wet, in lingering quiet.
Sucking from towers

A sudden uproar! A thousand eyes roll and reel -
We squabble in pitched harmony, vials of juice quiver
This soft jelly so red. It frightens to no end, what is contained in our meal.
Forces of Babylon in flight, Uhr watches its children die
In rivers. Eaten in flowing black sands.
Waves and rays erupt, relentless – the glass lies broken against tiled floors.
An overgrown skull reformed to dust.

Defeated, they wrap themselves in this old sarcophagus. Shivering in
recollection – congealed by threaded glue, the wet beads down their oiled wings.
And their dinner churns their bodies well in heated disagreement. This mutagen ingested
Humors turned to stone: we huddle, embalmed. Thoughts embalmed in cold sweat.

He awakes – the king has lost his head.
A heavy brush, a swipe. And our erected monument explodes in red.
A monument to we, already long dead.

He stumbles, in darkness, a voicebox howls and screams. A pattern of
Agony. Mixed quickly with the fluid night.
His mind lost, his soul beyond reason. We watch him grope in our mirror eyes.
So curious, shall we stare in anticipation? Behind plastic walls, with cold innocence
Let us watch the throes of everlasting life.


         My eyes rot behind their lids. I see dreams.