Ammit is the crocodile-lion-hippo who’ll eat your heart if it weighs more than a feather when you die. She’s picky.
The proper preparation of a heart
For my consumption takes a lot of work.
Unseasoned, they are barely palatable.
The recipe is simple: Some brutality
Adds spice. And selfishness will tenderise
The meat. Resentment adds a pleasant tang.
Be cruel. Be mean. Grow bitter as you age.
And when Anubis comes to weigh your heart
He’ll find it wanting. Toss the thing to me
And I’ll at least appreciate your gift,
And thank you for the snack that you prepared.
Tom Juniper Poetry 