Isis, mistress of flesh, floods the Nile’s depths,
In seasoned rotation of debts, fragrant
And fertile with life. Unempowered glyphs
Dissolved trust with godhead. Isis grew faint

With unresolved deviations – equal
No more. Isis All-Form! Deceived within
Copulation, forgetfulness the pill
Of isolation, Isis No-More… Sin!

Do you negate soiled Isis’ fate? Will
The flooding come too late? Will Osiris
Once again mate a fecund goddess? Still
Beats the green heart of contemplation, and lust…

Isis, live! Reform yourself and give breath
To the New Nile’s need for genesis-death!

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 4/11/05