Within the netted pyramid she slumps,
the ancient book forgotten.
Dead words war
Into the dreams of the
Nile courting her with carrion eye
Lids from vultures’ leavings.
Without,
the screaming nuzzles through
Feathered downs of drowsiness.
She hears the wake of crying
In a litter of whistling breathes
The mother coos
The new births into mews.
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