Osiris took me for a walk down by the river, told me about the birds and the bees
Bees love blood he began
and birds, they love a spectacle.
So when you find yourself in pieces
the birds will be chattering close by
the bees will alight on your ruby edges
and, with time, make honey with your offering.
On the riverbank he sat down
to hear the song of Isis moving in the water
he held my heart in his hands
white egret’s golden eye held us both.