Petrified like taxidermy
My false eyes fail to see clearly
Is it that the world stopped turning
Or am I lost in torpor?
Cold blooded brumation,
Tipping the scales to see if—
Anubis’s thinks I’ve been a good boy
Send me to the underworld
Where I can find a glimpse of her
Neither acid or alkaline
But she moves me like phosphorus
And I can see the light,
Like a dandy moth—
Dancing to my end.