I was a man once,
a farmer of the flood’s bounty.
I had a wife, a son, a home,
Now I am shriveled by the sun,
ground down into sand and stone.
The only river I know now is the sweat on my back.
The whips remind me that I cannot rest
in building for the glory of Pharoah
so his soul will know its way home.
When Anubis takes me,
it is mercy.
My heart is light and Horus escorts me
to my brothers in the reeds.
My soul remembers its name
and my family runs to greet me.
On this side of the river,
we toil no more.
One day, a leather-skinned man
hobbles down the path we carved for him
and our laughter ceases as we watch.
As he swears he is sinless,
we wonder what Osiris loves more--
gold or truth?
Like all men,
Pharoah places his heart upon the scale,
watching it teeter back and forth,
until it stays sunken below the feather.
As Anubis tosses the heart aside,
the Pharoah swears with his last words
that there must be some mistake.
But as the beast devours him out of existence,
we know the scales revealed his true glory.