by Steve Tanham
The clothes he wears are not his own They dressed the flesh to suit the dead With colours picked from nature’s prime And perfumes rare that round his head Entwine a crown of rule and law In broken pieces whispering of a thread ——- The white ones came and spun the rope That covered tailored blood and green And in his eyes they painted … Read More The Last Tailor
by Steve Tanham
The Last Tailor — The clothes he wears are not his own They dressed the flesh to suit the dead With colours picked from nature’s prime And perfumes rare that round his head Entwine a crown of rule and law In broken pieces whispering of a thread ——- The white ones came and spun the rope That covered tailored blood and green And in … Read More The Last Tailor
by Steve Tanham
Before Osiris We do not speak of death, he said Not here, where shapes of dread can hold no sway, And disappear at end of days; and mouths spit out their final hate, Then mute, come forth unto that silent gate ——- Come gentle soul, and rise, he said And let Anubis wash your eyes; clean fear away, from inner skies, until, forever leaving … Read More Before Osiris
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