Like the slave buried with the pharaoh

Like the slave buried with the pharaoh
His servants seal up the tomb
He reacts with extreme cries
He breaks the pharaoh’s chariot to pieces
He lives on the bread and meat of the afterlife
For days in the darkness he survives
And then a pinpoint of light from a great star
Shines into the tomb and he laughs like a madman
With the pharaohs dagger he makes handholds
He makes handholds in the wall and begins to climb
He climbs and slips and climbs again
He climbs towards the star that shines the way
And now he sits on the top of the pyramid
And he looks around at the light in the villages
And he sees the light of his own home