this was not the sound
i was meant to utter
not the voice matured
through honest discourse
and eager living but
imposed by a madman
pointing angry follicles
of lucid fantasies
at my terrified skin

this was not my voice
but his, commanding me
to restore dominion
to his failing faith
his words carving
metaphors into my flesh
his god demanding
one more sacrifice
to the gluttonous sun


Egyptian funerary mask (c.600 BC), Smithsonian Institution