Tag: egypt
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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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What the Black Rite Entails
Rocks fisted into the sun at the universe’s fizzing out Planets spinning out of orbit like lubed snooker balls Great avian shrines cloistered in the noisome House of Amenti West of Kemet the domain of Tjemehu, later Libya Funeral shroud hued soils floo the black land of the Pharaohs Black rites enacted in the hidden…
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Egypt Then
To furthest shores Irish monks trawling for souls set course Thirstier by far for knowledge and lore than word of the lord Fascinated by the law of that older world, its Atlantean splendour Its many mechanical idols and ceaseless batteries flattered the thinkers of that mound-building nation who thought Earth flat Cats given choicest cuts…
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Correlations
Interstellar capacity lacked by those who came after, likely due to natural disaster We trace our aircraft back to Icarus, or Hindu Vimanas from the vast vedas from seven sages How many ages are gone which left no traces, our puzzled fingers trace what’s left and grow vexed Saqqara bird surely soared in imitation of…
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Cat Temples (Karnak and Memphis)
See the people Living along the Nile Dedicated ailurophiles None dare defy nor defile The feline idols which stare At sand keeping Djinn away Protecting busy quays and bays From sudden invasions By the sea people.
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Night Drive Neon Stained Skies
Key to things beyond my ken Obelisk tip is called Ben Ben It represents primordial land Song stage on which Atum stands. Drive what feels like ages Trees instead of walls still cages My life a thousand variations on beiges Need captain’s holiday on a Bejor lakeshore, no room on Risa Always expecting a downpour,…
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When I was twenty
When I was twenty, plenty notions and mouthy Pouting when I’m scant potions Anything potable I’m mouthing Feeling shouty, my demons crawl out me A fiend freed is a fiend indeed Scouting for potential excitements I’m like Pharaoh in violence Ra’s scythe swung the trial ends Sobek drinks a red Nile You said yes but…
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Sligo
Here every gatepost is one Yeats leant against It’s like they’re obsessed, facades wearing fragments of stanzas Strangers mates you haven’t met yet, enemies friends kept at breast He’ll be a second coming now he’s gone, due after Godot, gone with winds he worshipped His cold eye cast like a spell, his grave aligned to…