Last night my sister died
One week before the Winter Solstice.
My father was worried about her jewelry.
He, one of my other sisters and me,
went to the hospital because he wanted
the three rings frozen on her fingers.
The rings like the circle of life
may have powers to bring her back.
They were taken from another dead women
her mother who died more than one year.
My father would not leave the emergency
room until he got those rings.
The woman helping him
was too nervous to enter the morgue.
But like Nephthys she went in the underworld
Cold dark place where my sister’s body
lay in state.
My father blamed himself
for not taking the rings off
when she died.
But when he like Osiris
was given two rings by a women.
He was the ringmaster of a three ring circus.
He came to life, he was clowning, telling jokes.
Maybe the rings have the power to bring back life.
At her funeral there she lay in state,
cold and still dead.
My father was wearing ten rings,
crying maybe cause he lost his powers.
Like Cronus his eldest son was a no show.
One drunkard said my father’s daughter died in his arms,
Or maybe the rings have lost their power to
bring back the beloved dead.