Tag: actium
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Propaganda Prior to Actium
Octavian the reverenced, not yet August Hush descends when he ascends the eagle pulpit, eagle blood pumping Dilating pupils highlighting pool blue eyes, perfumes lies: “Octavia sports roots Roman as Remus Her blood follows regal routes teeming with Romulean energy Her ancestors all conquerors whom fettered Gauls with palsy-blue tattoo coverings were brought to grovel…
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Smashed at Actium
Gold much in Egypt Gods older than the foam which drank Atlantis Arch fantasist whose phantom hand called up every flower He toward whom all followers tend eventually Ear lender whose housing lobes empathic eternal paternal tenderness At disposal every power, every rotad hour known to he Oldest When ceaseless cleansing rains started, the heart…
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War’s Gnawing Worms Chewing Worldroots
Cavalry saddled, dappled flanks foam lathered Rattling at their sallying, fracturing gatling action Cleopatra’s fleet abandons field at Actium, ending the team. Teeming with corpses, sunrise orpiment solifies creamy pinttop waves bloodfoamed Octavian, having smashed Marc Antony’s maritime armies, consolidates Pheasant-fletched arrows along a dead soldier’s ridge like fangs in a fine-toothed comb.