Naija. the guest of the ace king

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to  the  fallen  stars  of  horus,
theres  a  waiver  here  in  morus
the  ace  of  cards  is  giving  a  party
for  the  doomed  saviours  of  thebes
as  they  dance  naked  around  aphrodite's  table
their  pale  buttocks  giggling  and  shinning  in  the  light  of  the  night
listen, oh  fallen  stars  of  horus
naija  is  on  his  way.



Naija,  son  of  the dusty  wet  clans
born  in  sprig  and  named  in  autumn
Naija,  daughter  of  the  last  north
moon  of  the  day
sun  of  the  world
he  who  drools  oil  in  his  sleep
and  spits  green  in  his  wake
Naija,
descendant  of  the  the gods  of  humour
known  for  his  smiles,
and  his  cunning  too
let  someone  tell  zeus,
that  Naija  bends  to  no  one
let  someone  tell  the  gods of the  moonless  suns
that  Naija  has  taken  house
with  the  sons  of  the  world
at  the  head  of the  table,
the  soul of  the  party
Naija  looks  at  the  ace  of  cards
they  both  k ow  where  the  night  is  going.

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