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Saturday, March 14, 2015


All of us obey at night.
We feed off your back,
as Khepri rolls the sun.

Sing of Gods awakened by English names.
The cowled face of Ra, stork of the Sudd.
On whose blue lips I place my longest kiss.

I play sticks on your belly of stones.
Thoth, my Ibis-headed party-self.
Dips his pen to you,
Papyrus words of smoking water.

On a reed raft, I ferry you to my island,
Cross the lake to Tis Issat,
carry a shell into a branch,
and sleep there overnight.

We'll bathe in fountains, listen to your world.
Read the words you created,
words that worship your flesh,
words that revere your bones,
words set in meter,
your dances,
that praise your every invention.

                                           [to N____R___]

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