Hymn to Mut

Fear of Mut is in every land
I will fashion a porch of drunkenness to her glory
I will travel through the marshes
I will offer her beer mixed with ochre
instead of human blood
Fear of Mut is in every land.

Fear of Mut is in every land
I will wear the mask of intoxication
I will pleasure her with my revelry
I will beg her to turn her raging face
away from the slaughter
Fear of Mut is in every land.

Fear of Mut is in every land
Mut, our mother
Mut, our destroyer
Mut, architect of our celebration
Fear of Mut is in every land.

Fear of Mut is in every land
And indeed, she should be feared
Drink deep, Mut
Drink deep, and slumber
Let your father Ra’s red eye lull you
Awaken refreshed
No longer eager for the taste
of our meat and marrow
Fear of Mut is in every land.

Let us fear you as we love you.
Let us love you as we fear you.

Drink, and sleep.

[Award-winning horror author Gemma Files is probably best-known for her Hexslinger series (A Book of Tongues, A Rope of Thorns and A Tree of Bones, all from ChiZine Publications). She has also published two collections of short fiction (Kissing Carrion and The Worm in Every Heart, with Wildside Press). Her poetry has appeared in Goblin Fruit, Not One of Us, Mythic Delirium and Strange Horizons.]

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