Have you prepared yourself to die Egypt? that is what the lot of you asked me. I said “No”—unknown to I Eye had no say
in such a matter, but I stare now from this catalyst of crashing comets, retrograding bodies and ever-dying stars, laughing—with mighty thunders from my deepest of caverns
‘fore I say to Elohim of many nomen and degrees —“Death came easy to my yesterself;
it has been my resurrection that brought me a cold
and breathless hell.”
© 2024 All Rights Reserved, O’Dellshae TruVarsha Wiles Robinson El Bey writing as Egypt English. Enjoyed this piece? Check out my latest book: “My Mother Said Write” (2023).
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