Ammit, Devourer of Souls!

Do you rest here, belly upturned to the sun because you have eaten your fill?

Or do you simply wait for the most ample of feasts?

You who sit and watch the scales not so patiently also watch me with eternity and questions in your eyes.

Am I the god, the scale, or the heart, Pygmy Hippo?

Won’t you tell me before your mid-morning nap?

If this is my reckoning, the afterlife is kind

For my heart has been heavy, but you lighten it.

I am lessened, one gentle lick at a time.