Breath of Bastet by Jane Crown
"I am the Cat which battled heroically on the night when the enemies of the Setting Sun
were overwhelmed. And who is this Cat? This Cat is the Sun-God Ra himself..."
From "The Book of the Dead", 3000 B.C.
It is five, padding near dawn and most decent persons sleep
I am bare and borrowed in my tiny vintage slip
It crawls up on me tickling my hips as I turn
On the davenport
Just where I wish you'd be, healthily grinning
In the slacked chasm of my shifty morning
The lone star is my breath as it kinks across my yawn of countenance
Finding your name just then at the mouth's cusp as the sun, my lord, publishes
"And you again, mortal"?
I find my silvered feline and curl up to her
She gives me a tug with opaque claws and mighty winks
That is how it goes
The mummification at another night of battled wakefulness
A contemner's shake to anathema of the gloam
If I could close my eyes just now,
My cat would take the sun down
Bringing a bilious clap!
were overwhelmed. And who is this Cat? This Cat is the Sun-God Ra himself..."
From "The Book of the Dead", 3000 B.C.
It is five, padding near dawn and most decent persons sleep
I am bare and borrowed in my tiny vintage slip
It crawls up on me tickling my hips as I turn
On the davenport
Just where I wish you'd be, healthily grinning
In the slacked chasm of my shifty morning
The lone star is my breath as it kinks across my yawn of countenance
Finding your name just then at the mouth's cusp as the sun, my lord, publishes
"And you again, mortal"?
I find my silvered feline and curl up to her
She gives me a tug with opaque claws and mighty winks
That is how it goes
The mummification at another night of battled wakefulness
A contemner's shake to anathema of the gloam
If I could close my eyes just now,
My cat would take the sun down
Bringing a bilious clap!
