when I write
i don’t give my characters full form
they’re nothing more then sketches
silhouettes of potential
like the shabti warriors
of ancient egypt
incomplete
lest they run away
with a piece of me

The ancient Egyptian elites
Took an army o dolls to the west
Each had a role
To fulfill after the rest
And then life beyond
What was known
Each defined by a spell
The master never alone
Free to enjoy his boat o millions o years
While the Shabti labour
And absorb
All his cares.