Tug Dumbly - Insects Fold Arms Like Pharaohs in Death

Insects Fold Arms Like Pharaohs in Death

Insects fold arms like pharaohs in death,

a three-tiered lotus of yogic resign,            

hydrolics retract like carrier jets,            

six limbs to praise the short kingdom’s reign.      

Hieroglyphs writ in the skin of a leaf,       

a priesting breeze for gossamer songs,  

creature cortege and mortician sun’s          

memory embalmed in bellies of ants.

Fired to life from the shell of a tomb

some Ra animates and patterns their day’s     

scissoring wings quick flit, glint and blaze

to craft a corpse for a grass vestibule.      

After breath, last rite unsurprised,   

no snow white stalin under leaves of glass,

but a green race memory of how they’re to lie,

unprised, unprayed, their gentling parts.

With two limbs to praise their short kingdom’s breath,

Pharaohs fold arms like insects in death.