Blood of Kingu

[Atehequa]

Rainy day musings
Grey, gloomy, the forest drinking water
Streams rise, white clay clouding their flow
Wild geese happily nipping at tender grass shoots
Coffee, pen, paper, thoughts and then word
Sometimes more powerful than war cries
Yet still shot at

Even if they are
Words are more hard to kill than warriors
Banned, burned, or buried in deep, damp holes
Censorship and truth poured into an old clay jar
Tinges just as well as cold oil and vinegar
Poured on holly leaves, still hard to swallow
Prickly fodder

Emissaries, representatives
This particular parley off to a bad start
Testing wills while measuring character and strength
A long war blighting so many growing seasons
Fields left to fallow, we have taken to the wood
Wild flowering into fruit, way over here
Fruit to seed again

Beads and blankets
Always needed, if obtained through fair trade
Gifts, always a post-greeting good gesture
Dull pageantry, kind voices, but stern words
Misunderstood, barely heard over bleating and lowing
Gone astray within the confines of absolutism
Diplomacy dissipates

Our howling cheers
Heard afar over their hideous hissing jeers
The emissary’s back is turned, a dangerous time
Banners of peace have been disrespected before
An unneeded embarrassment on this fine day
They would see their conditional terms delivered
Hoping to smell fear

Ages longed passed
Splendid ivory temples over encrusted with gems
Spirits consumed by a gluttonous schizophrenic god
Secretive, rarely seen by their own distant kin
The chosen lords who would rule over all
Their strange eyes, faces and elongated heads
Children of Marduk

Distinctly different
Blood of Kingu, therefore that of Tiamet and Apsu
They were not with us in the very beginning
But if they could, would surely see us to the very end
Enslaved hybrid offspring grandchildren, almost human
Falsely promised a pleasant immortality, if approved
Prenatal enslavement

Supernatural powers
Secret ancient knowledge, the spirit world
Sometimes wielded as lightly as a willow wand
Far removed from date palms and dromedaries
Descended not from the eaters of forbidden fruit
Retained senses, shifting shapes, keen eyes of a hawk
Strong medicine

So far away
Oceans, rivers, land masses, but not only by distance
Winged spies become feather serpents and birdmen
Tiamat’s grandchildren, born into slavery
Some chose to remain, worshipped like gods
They were not with us in the beginning
Pyramids, temple mounds

Ruling god kings
Transforming landscapes, over taxing the corn mother
Priesthoods, tradesmen, armies of warriors, loot and slaves
Bloodthirsty grandchildren, reveling in the scent of gore
Hybrid great grandchildren, the commanders and high priests
Expanding kingdoms, feeding their winged sires
Hearts and heads

The long war
Tiamat’s winged grandchildren contesting for supremacy
Conquering birdmen hover above the Mississippi
To the south, Tezcalipoca exiles Quetzalcoatl
Attempting to make amends with his former master
Instead tortured for any valuable information
Then promptly executed

Mighty Marduk
Having changed his appearance and name once again
The blood of Kingu sent forth to be fruitful and multiply
Constantly tested by god and commanded to war upon each other
Made to hunger for gold, silver, gems and power
Fighting each other for riches and god’s love
Holy wars

Rebellious grandchildren
Empires, palaces and temples, so far from Babylon
Not at all mindful of Jerusalem, Mecca, or Rome
Having their own conquests and ultimate tests of faith
Along the Mississippi, evil birdmen are feathered with arrows
Their cult abolished and temple mounds abandoned
Gone to ruin

Age of discovery
The defeated Moors have been driven out of Spain
Gold trinkets found on the island of San Salvador
Conquering armies assembled in the name of god
Seemingly fulfilling a prophecy in the year of Ce Acatl
Under colorful banners in a glimmering cuirass and plumed helmet
Quetzalcoatl returns

Either dead or fled
Grandchildren of Tiamat hiding in remote caves
Abandoning stone cites built by their faithful
Blood of Kingu, another age of conquest
Tenochtitlan is besieged and conquered by a ruthless imposter
The gluttonous god of Babylon expands his domain
Manifest destiny

Stanzaic ramblings
Captured blood of dragons flowing through human veins
The long bloody years of discovery and conquest
Blood of Kingu, kin warring against each other
Faithful to the same god, calling him by different names
While a schizophrenic god still has time to battle himself
Slayer of dragons

Gold and silver
Gems, power and slaves, the spoils of war
Cortes and Pizzaro loll upon untold riches
Narvaez, de Soto and Coronado marched wearily on
Old world greed, failure and death in the new world
In this new world these conquistadors were not mistaken
For birdmen

Five hundred years
Wondering how we survived for so long
Enduring god’s wrath and the blood of Kingu
The feather serpent and birdmen are nowhere to be seen
Tiamat’s children are dead, hiding or enslaved as angels
We who are not related to this god or the blood of dragons
Still are resisting

Total conquest
What remains of us, they would possess
Kingu’s blood would have the whole world as Babylon
Gold, glory and the gluttonous god of greed
Now even some of them protest and rebel
Hungry for more, wanting to become gods themselves
Dangerous, deadly

Almost everything
Not enough to satisfy the people of Kingu’s blood
Although wingless, they differ little from the birdmen
Both the gods and their children can be slain
Not destroyed by gods, feather serpents or birdmen
Some of the old spirits remain to guide and protect us
Battling on

Charlatans and barkers
Propagandists, conformers, moles and shills
Bootlickers ascending in their thigh high dreams
Babylonian foot soldiers utilized as goons and killers
The all seeing eye can only look so far from a dollar bill
Intoxicated by greed into foul flowers, fruit and seed
Marduk is feasting

Their devil laughs
Those who wonder if god and devil are one in the same
Spiritual extortion, heavenly rewards and hellish punishments
Without their hell they can have no heaven
The ancient son of a far older demon
Slayer of dragons and the creator of monsters
Four eyes and ears

Declaring universal order
Claiming to have created what conceived his spark
Kingu’s blood makes mud and men from dust
In a land half a world away from us
Troubled by these children for hundreds of years
Disillusions and expectations of uncontested submission
Missionaries and businessmen

Slayer of dragons
Now having aspirations of killing the mother
Insanity moved John the Revelator’s pen
Inspiring Kingu’s blood to act out a twisted prophecy
This devil would destroy what he cannot possess
The good mother shall see to this motherless son
In her own time

Tainted blood
Marduk’s children ruled by greed, test and terror
No need to be surprised by the way they carry on
Lightning too swift for four eyes to follow
Thunderous growls that four ears shall surely hear
True giver of life

Three shifty eyes
And the forth one looking out from a dollar bill
Most of his children are blinded by greed and power
While others cannot seem to hear the truth
Easily convinced that evil is good
Such insanity creates monsters out of some
Be overly careful

[Arcadia]

We who are not related to this god or the blood of dragons
Still are resisting

enigmatic lines!. I guess the poem would sound good read aloud, in a circle, in a forest.

[justwalt]

History crosses the universal void,
ten thousand millennia passed away,
ten thousand worlds, long destroyed,
and ten thousand more... to betray

What a story,
don't know what to say,
since the guts and glory,
has lead us all astray

[dadio]

A long but interesting poem.


Most of his children are blinded by greed and power
While others cannot seem to hear the truth
Easily convinced that evil is good
Such insanity creates monsters out of some
Be overly careful...

Fine lines.

[david]

Wild geese happily nipping at tender grass shoots

I love to see them "grazing" a field....D

[sweetwater]

mithraic