Osiris was squarely tricked
A beautiful cube Seth had picked.
For his brother it was a perfect fit
A party game turned assassin hit.
Sealed inside Osiris met his doom
The Nile and the box his watery tomb.
Isis distraught and full of woe
Vowed to the river she would go.
From her search she did not cower
Found her king amidst scented flower.
Worked as a maid, the box to earn
So with his corpse she could return.
Osiris’s return sent Seth in raging fits
So cut his brother into fourteen bits.
Into the Nile dismembered he was flung
For Isis once more a grizzly search had begun.
With thirteen parts recovered and mummified
By Isis, the phallus-less Osiris was immortalized.
Though ascended to heaven there was a twist
An event that lefts Seth more than a little bit miffed.
Queen Isis fell pregnant with Osiris’s son
Horus, a virgin birth by miraculous conseption.
The throne was Horus’s in principle
Though battles with Seth were continual.
From cube to cross it’s comparable
Its planes laid flat a cross is visible.
Osiris died in his box, Jesus upon the cross
Ascending to heaven, their mortal coil they toss.
Horus and Jesus share an impossible feat
A virgin birth that Christianity repeats.
Six verses of six lines for Osiris’s cube
A mythological message to conclude.
Man has believed for as long as can be told
The good of this world heaven we will behold.
But for as long as we toil on this earth
Our battles with ‘our Seths’ will have merit and worth.