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Sukoon-Mag-Issue-6-S-2015
Sukoon-Mag-Issue-6-S-2015
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PROPHET<br />
A river sloshes through Egypt l<strong>and</strong>,<br />
hosts a film of frogs’ eyes, ebony, grasses,<br />
<strong>and</strong> bamboo shoots. First verdant terra<strong>in</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>n s<strong>and</strong>, s<strong>and</strong>, s<strong>and</strong> . . .<br />
She rises at dawn to pace through reeds<br />
at <strong>the</strong> foot of <strong>the</strong> Nile. Brown sk<strong>in</strong>, black hair<br />
forced <strong>in</strong>to braids, she seeks a sign <strong>from</strong> Isis<br />
or <strong>the</strong> Sun, its telltale shifts cast<strong>in</strong>g equ<strong>in</strong>octial<br />
shadows amid <strong>the</strong> pyramids with <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
arterial secrets—chambers empty <strong>and</strong> dark<br />
like a god without a heart.<br />
She seeks a goddess with gills or scales,<br />
hooves or horns, a jackal-headed deity<br />
or baboon div<strong>in</strong>ity, only to f<strong>in</strong>d a prophet.<br />
First <strong>the</strong> distant shriek of <strong>the</strong> slave driver<br />
<strong>and</strong> a lotus-scented breeze<br />
<strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> basket, los<strong>in</strong>g its way down stream,<br />
rock<strong>in</strong>g like an ark through troubled currents,<br />
falter<strong>in</strong>g forever toward <strong>the</strong> sea.<br />
Warm water lick<strong>in</strong>g between her toes,<br />
she wades <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> paper-sharp glades,<br />
risk<strong>in</strong>g herself with<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> papyrus swamp,<br />
falter<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> slime, privy of leaches <strong>and</strong> snakes.<br />
She lunges for <strong>the</strong> woven reeds:<br />
A child <strong>in</strong> a ratty blanket,<br />
damp as dewed barley. His dark eyes<br />
gaze upward. His mouth parts wide as he cries.<br />
Inside her heartbeat is pump<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> wildness<br />
of life through her body’s tubes. With<strong>in</strong> her pith<br />
<strong>the</strong> song beg<strong>in</strong>s: a gentle lullaby.<br />
Anna Cates<br />
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