Anubis grows dog-tired of weighing hearts
of watching the Devourer gulp some down.
Its slobbering and chewing makes him frown.
He feels disgust and kicks the beast. It starts
to whimper, then it snaps its vicious jaws
around his leg. He hits it with a rod.
The pain reminds him, though he is a god,
that he is bound by many of the laws
that limit mortal lives, that pain is good
and teaches us to keep our temper. He
bends down, tickles its jaw. It chewed his knee
but hardly broke his skin. He knows he should
but cannot love the brute. Souls in a queue
have seen this. He's in pain. Embarrassed too.