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The Death & Burial of a Scythian Queen
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The Death & Burial of a Scythian Queen That day I rode bare-back With the Kassites � was my last, Mountainy men coveted A smooth belly (it seemed) Between rivers, (......they took) And as I passed, I could Hear those Assyrians Whisper, hands on loot Herodotus wrote about Our cherished, violent burials, How we do drink blood, And surely all Greeks ponder our Dream-death flower dance rites� Yes, it�s true our steeds ride with us, Even ever after, and we Give a human sacrifice to appease It is the way of things, (.....more taking) and We are People of the Way We are gold-guarding griffins We are those that walk the ice... I was laid down in my gown Of Chinese silk at Ak-Alakha, Trousers, oily wool, As is the custom My mother cradled me within her, The trail to Altai rigid With frost, my limbs Covered in twisting Animal totem tattoos- You see those there? They speak to me in my Smoke-dream trances... Poet-sages around lapping Fires chew meat as They sing of my Exploits: Flesh has fallen Torn through by my Catching dagger, My war pick has swung, My bow has hummed Her craving song, and My never-empty Arrow-filled quiver (......she has taken enough .... ..... and she has given plenty......) Clasping these To my breast, They�ll prepare me to Walk the Star Path, I�ll be made ready To ride this warrior Wrapped in felted blankets� Garlands of herbs round me, my Flanks draped in woolen carpets. A quick search online for the term 'Scythian tattoo' reveals many images, including photographs of actual mummies and modern adaptions & uses of these intriguing designs.       |
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It's lovely dear MT.    
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It's lovely dear MT.
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