Can you read the minds of all who gaze?
Sands of forgetfulness, by lies swamped,
Fresh as dew your careless grace
Where famine, drought so playfully romped.
Moved to tears, were you by dying child?
Like fallen reaped straw, lay bodies obscure;
To see wanton, callous death were you riled?
Compassion for humanity, was that your lure?
Surly gods grim, reeled you in because of hope
That you'd save them all, if in their fold you went.
Did you willingly roll down the slippery slope
Of premature death? Or by priests were you sent?
Did just your bones to the underworld go?
Tumbling through tunnels, tired and sore?
Or on eternal Nile with gods do you row?
Could you guess correctly what death had in store?
