canopic jars

i pluck my organs like apples. might as well
get a start on sorting this viscera. 
i give you the head of anubis & say,
"let's begin." you do not want to be a priest
as no one in their right mind wants to be a priest. 
once i found a jar like this burried in the woods.
it had a beating heart inside. i re-burried it
but i still think about it every day. was it yours?
mine? i want to do the same with myself. scatter body
like squirrels sew nuts. for later. a liver beneath
a horus head beneath the willow trees. everywhere 
is a tomb or else, an afterlife, if you are ready.  

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