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Anubis<br />
There’s a man etching a circle into my arm, at present.<br />
He is bent over, his face and my arm occupying the same space,<br />
and I can see the globules of sweat<br />
sprouting from his forehead. He is concentrating.<br />
I am concentrating too, though not on reality.<br />
My eyes are closed, as I cannot watch the oscillating,<br />
ink-injecting needles, rapidly rupturing my skin.<br />
Still, I feel reassured that I am becoming me.<br />
With my eyes closed, I can see not<br />
the image being engraved, but instead the genuine presence<br />
of the masked personage being stamped.<br />
Anubis: gatekeeper and embalmer, keeper of the dead.<br />
I do not know of his true figure but I can see the dog’s head<br />
on the human body and I peek now to see<br />
the same dog’s head now joining my own body, inscribed inside a circle.<br />
Perhaps he was ashamed to be the lesser god of the underworld,<br />
and hid his countenance in fear. Yet, here I pay tribute now,<br />
to the keeper of the scales, who gives equal opportunity<br />
to both the good and bad of heart. Here I don his mask of<br />
shame in order to empower myself -- to possess an emblem of<br />
truth, and goodness. Now, the man has finished and he tells me<br />
to look into the mirror. I wonder of Anubis,<br />
his mask and headdress in profile,<br />
I wonder would he be pleased by my acceptance?<br />
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