Anubis, in ancient Egyptian mythology, preceded Osiris as the God of the Dead. He is a man in form, with the head of a black jackal. He leads dead souls through the confusing underworld, and is wise beyond mortal discernment.
I’m going to lay the blame square on your shoulders-
But blame is a negative word. I have much to thank you for.
You nudged me to descend into what I considered unworthy waters.
I pointed instead at the mirage-like waves. That was the true adventure, I claimed.
But no, there was no adventure away from reality’s game.
Rowing me across the waters of purgatory,
Kicking, screaming, nails dragged through the mud.
Till I calm down, led into the subconscious,
Where archetypes roam like giants.
Skulls broken up in perfect halves.
Wisdom and grey matter flowing out,
I kneel and drink it up like red wine:
free-flowing as it is.
Have you known this all along?
Could you have touched other souls like you touch mine?
Show me what is below that velvet, unruffled surface.
I demand. But I’ve given away my power.
Along with caution, flung.
Power, soul, such is retribution.
I merge, submerge, till there is no evidence.
Just bubbles of existence, spluttering on the surface.
You hold my head down, and watch-
My ego’s slow death.
Baby, you were my psychopomp.