Tag: ancient history
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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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Assyrian Violence
At Inanna’s bone strewn palace Prelates sifting bird guts seeking prophecy Zealots fill stone bowls with blood. Assyrian war crimes None can deny their advances Upraised wolf faces slit by raised lances The time of diplomacy is over Bones and blood loam for new orchards Sennacherib brings new tortures to the world Gold domed elden…
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Ritual in the Forest
Silvan, watered well these riverdwellers Riven dell delves to elfin places Liminal hymns lift him, hint heaven, he is silverhead His chin whiskers suncoloured, his motley array clanking as his wideberthed bay makes her way Hair to his shoulders shimmering wet, westsetting sun rising eastward yet Stars like confetti strewn again the voidhewn hem of…
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The King Must Have Intercourse With A Horse
Mass to grove gods given in the deep motte, ashes impressed onto the brow and chest in blessing Twisting trees like matted hair on a woodwose breast, the sacred whore undressing The crown-conferring horse is led into a storm of golden confetti Her setting mimics that of a horse inviting, a cover of shear netting…
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Ishtar
It’s Berlin the museum Eight gates separate the great from the dust The eighth adorned with animal faces, graced with sky hues rubies and jacinths Adjacent the golden steps of great temples There is no complacent way to tend an eternal flame The frame of the world, its high lofty domes, made them fine architects…
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Disinter
Long languid air atrophied the tomb of Aten Traps, tribulations to thwart thievery Boulders which fall and what’s struck flattens Stairs giving to slides, circling to pits of spikes Vipers in corners, genetically antient, striking out Fanglike pillars flanking doorway which only one true sees Inside your vast golden sarcophagus, the patience of trees On…