Bat, mother of cosmos, loved the shy, dark
Apep--always afraid to show his face,
the frigid night sky, so black and pockmarked.
As young Apep slept, Bat, with soft-hoofed grace,
rose from Sashesh, hovered above her knight,
pressed her large breasts, pouring milk in small streams
over his deep, creviced cheeks, leaving white
myriad pools. They froze as Apep dreamed,
seen by distant Ra, frost reflecting bright
glow, twinkling dark heaven. Earthlings saw this,
sending love songs soaring toward jeweled sky,
awakening the youth, who blew a kiss
to those below, then saw his face reply
from ocean surface, smiled at his image,
now drawing love’s gaze from each human age.
Roger Armbrust
March 27, 2008
