It is Pharaoh who eats their magic and gulps down their Akhs.
Their big ones are for his morning meal,
their middle-sized ones are for his evening meal,
their little ones are for his night meal,
their old men and their old women are for his incense-burning.
It is the Great Ones in the North of the sky who light the fire for him
to the cauldrons containing them,
with the thighs of their eldest as fuel.
oil on canvas, 140x120cm