Eat my flesh, eat me. Make each fresh bite
slow and definite… make it count… as Seth slew
his brother Osiris to bring havoc
to the land. I am that continent, I am
that people. I do not wish to make me
go from you who loves this. Eat me
in death, in life, me in whose template
you were made; chew this face
and this meat of stars, my arms, these legs;
eat me in a manger in Egypt, where I grew
dark as Ra. Perhaps then you will like me.