Upon a Canopic Jar of Anubis::
 
Jackyl headed jar-holding the contents fallen dry
gutted tomb beside, the body waits without its womb.
If we could slit the guts of time-where would we find
the weight of hours gone by-the sorrow laden sigh
what fallen lands lay dry inside the lid with beaded eyes.
Could we find the reason for the death of time.
 
-Kimberly N. Hunt
(c) 1996