A Hymn to Osiris.
My father Osiris, tree heart.
My father Osiris, whose backbone is the roof beam of this house.
My father here and in the other world.
Alone in his boat all night, breathing.
My father green in the morning.
His boat having drawn unto the mountains of the East.
His tongue rises.
His name is the swollen water, the bent reed.
His name is the eye of the man listening beholds the owl.
His name flies to the remotest towns of the two lands.
His name becomes us when we die.