Dear old heart, sore abused,
sickened blood
now like sewer sludge
ebbs away in vain.

Damage control seems undone
As listless breaths resuscitate
A wince,
Jarring loose an old memory.

Old devoted lover
Dutifully giving nourishment.
Rhythmically stroking
Even those parts
I could not love.

Old every moment friend,
Holding steady
Never abandoning,
Your life affirming task.

Music keeper,
Beating out a song
I was too tone deaf to hear.

You've warmed me in a seemingly forever,
In a rhythm you held so constantly,
In the bright red
Flush of us!

Oh please I implore you Anubis,
It was I who have made my heart too heavy
For your scales. Do not blame my heart.
Let it fly lightheartedly into that greater life
while I justly sink back down
Beneath the mound of primeval strife.