​     My soul hath them
     still in remembrance,
     and is humbled in me.
     This I recall to my mind,
     therefore have I hope.

         ― Lamentations 3:20-21

Grief
is

   sealing
   a tomb
   for another
   to unseal

      the mummified
      remains
      of false hope

        unwound
        linen revealing
        jasper and onyx
        shivered to dust

     filling a spacious
     ache
     with Anubis’ laughter
     (can you hear
     Nut?)
     echoing from etched
     walls

 a ceremonial sky
 painted by artists
 untouched by priests’
 knife
 falling gently
 towards

      forgetfulness.