Corn Mummy

The linen wrapped to make a chevron

pointed toward earth

like an arrow that flies by day

to the gold-rooted foot 

that makes the earth its dominion.

The blushed sky of arrival

frames the face of the fructuous one.

Your body filled with grain

and a sprouting 

that resists pestilence.

Green of the interior 

manifesting fire

in the lake of the mouth

held slake only by the

skin of your body.