In the Duat

"You must go to the Hall of the Dead
that Ma'at may weigh your heart"
Anibus said to me.

With a feather strapped to her head,
the Goddess of Justice sits
and summons my trial to begin.

I shudder "Am I dead?"
to the jackal-headed Anibus
who has my heart in his hands:

"If your plucked heart is light
as a feather, it shall live forever,
but if your heart is heavier,

the demon, Ammit, whose bite
is that of a ravenous crocodile
surely will devour it."

The duat's dark like night.
Anibus readies the scales.
Ma'at removes her feather.

Either the wind or an old hag wails
there in the darkest abyss,
and suddenly I bolt upright

because it's the witch in the hall
who stays awake all night,
apartment 10, howling again,

but I don't think she fell.
The boss says get some beauty sleep,
important meeting 8 a.m.