it’s been a long time since i turned you inside out
you, beside me,
with the anti-heroes, whispering:
            Wa ta kinsah a bäh-eex, maˀ a hokˀol-eex.
            Tiˀ ka läh bin-eex . . .
            tsˀokol yokˀol kaˀakˀil Metlaˀan.

Hesuklistos, son of Äkyanthoˀ
cannot protect you here
so do not waste your time . . .
the paths to Yalam Luˀum
and to the house of Mensäbäk
go only through Sukunkyum.

i busy my hands on judgment day
seeing, now, all of the errors of my ways.

she walked away, yet again, 
closing the door silently behind her,
not saying goodbye.

my body, 
under weight and too late,
has no ability to follow.