ValueChaser Posted December 21, 2009 Share Posted December 21, 2009 He Walked Through Sunraysby John C. PaschalisI smiled when the dying pharaoh asked me to prepare his son for the coronation. On the morning of the rituals, the heir leans againsthis father's pyramid, where the aura of Osiris floats above the boy's hair. My hands pull back and neatly braid the soft strands with Nile reeds, as I smell fertile river silts and caravan lilac flowers in his tender locks. I clasp his father's chainaround his neck, the emerald pendantfalling betweenthe dark nipplesof his almond chest. The boy's eyes gaze at the pyramidas sunlight strikesthe brightened pendantand expands his blue irises. I paint sacred images over his body: scorpion on chest with tail arching over one nippleand curving under the other-- kitten on belly with tail spiraling around navel-- serpent on thigh with rattler pointing toward knee. I undress his tunicand gown him in an elegant robe annointed in Nile waterand blessed by the windthat rustles the fabricflowing over his limbs. I fit upon his chest a coat of arms inscribed with a serpent and lay upon his heada golden crown. My arms cradle him,his legs dangling overthe sacred white wool of my robe. I lift him to a pedestalwhere he looks uponthe sands of his kingdomwith eyes that represent the callous fingersof the gentle seamstress--the silver dagger and grisly beard of the marauding nomad-- the moist loin cloth of the suckling infant-- the iron chainof the pyramid-bound slave. He walks to the ceremonyin a path of sunraysthat lies between two pyramids,as the blaze of Tutankhamenimpregnates him with the courageof ancient pharaohs. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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