The Painted Bed

    "Even when I danced erect

    by the Nile's garden

    I constructed Necropolis.

    Ten million fellaheen cells

    of my body floated stones

    to establish a white museum."

    Grisly， foul， and terrific

    is the speech of bones，

    thighs and arms slackened

    into desiccated sacs of flesh

    hanging from an armature

    where muscle was， and fat.

    "I lie on the painted bed

    diminishing， concentrated

    on the journey I undertake

    to repose without pain

    in the palace of darkness，

    my body beside your body."