As the Israelites departed Egypt, it is written,
Pharoah asked Moses for a blessing.
Godmade mutant nature had
creeped fell hopped
flew flowed erupted
festered gnawed bit
until Pharaoh said “Let me go. By my gods and your One God, let me go.”
We will never know
what transpired between them,
Moses with his pack and stony coins of bread,
sandals untied from his haste to begone;
Pharaoh with eyes red and cheeks sunk in sorrow.
They must have heard the deafening silence outside,
broken by a lonely bleat, a sob, a slamming door.
I like to think Moses raised an eyebrow
and took his leave,
Pharoah wondering if that’s the form
this new evil god’s blessings take,
or if he had already been blessed