Egyptian Rem: “to weep;”
Fish god, Nile god
I could gut you.
Cast your chalk spine
Into the reeds,
Barbed hook through your eye
To lure shachihoko from
The shores of gold Nihon.

Yes, your tears
Feed cotton on the Nile,
But shachihoko’s tiger howl
Stings the sky itself to weeping,
And what could depose
The ecstasy of ablution?
I would bathe with tears
plucked from the face of God.

This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
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