Alchemisland

Tired from the road they sought our abode 

We are utterly smote, one ventures, coughing at fire smoke

He chokes down sour wine, hands it over his hand to mine

I say this weather will not clear for some time, let us pass time

Some light, even a mote, even remote, must show before you go.

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The knights tell us their code 

He hath great store of followers with bartabs

And great longing for templars in tabards willing to besiege temples to Termagant 

Men in folded robes ordered them overseas

Weakened by distant disease, they are not dissuaded

Their invasion is biblically fated, the Moslem must be tamed

If necessary, we will teem there in arms until blood streams in alarming quantity alongside the Jordan

We will stain the Holy land with the blood of man

At sites of old holy deeds they fall to knees, the truth of their creed before them

The locals abhor them, gore them with dirty blades in Jerusalem alleyways

Beneath the armpit the blade slides in

Another kill for Salahadin’s hashashin

Men go mad there, sucking all day from vases with hashish in

Until their lives are utterly replaced by dependency, it vanquishes them

Their Lord speaks to them, preaches paradise, what killing unleashes in them

What his leaf can reach in them, with leaves he leashes them

Their unknown numbers swelling like lesions, legions perhaps

They come when the fog sweeps in, swift as breezes

Not Holy Jesus could stay them, these burst banks

He leaves them with strict orders

The names given his brutes will cleave them

See to them and leave no room for them, scenes from Bethlehem

Amongst the Christian ranks utter mayhem

Moles come up with nothing, what do we pay them

For, he does not hide his utter disdain, his fluttering cape reveals his flagellant’s flail

His pale head has gone raw, he bewails his charges

Some bodies they leave where they fall, other they dump into the ocean

When the tide comes in, bloated corpses hem the bay

Long paddles push them away, the claimed sport pus-drooling pustules

He is ill humoured and wishes to quell rumours among his men

Excise this tumour anent which we worry

Hurry hurry he sent them out to bring them in

Here there is no fen to hide behind, as at home, but the shifting dunes 

Makes loons of men making circles

They will not eat the work of Circe

These strange turban-anonymed berzeker

From where they lurk they plan hurt, blood spurt and the corpse jerks

Jigging away the last dance of its nerves, nobody deserves that

They carried curved swords like crescent moons their sharknose wounds cause of many dunetop funerals.

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We saw what came up from below the temple they worshipped in

The place stank of sin, a midden where Templars fornicated before an imp

A Pan in aspect, cloven hoofed and beloved of panic, anarchs his mouth allows

Better in than out logic, they thrust in and out in their lodges

The Pope calls to account and soon disbands that office, dissolves their oaths

Those rood-crossed cloaks bronzed by desert sands should be used to choke them

Such disgrace the conquering church could not bare, this babe left to the stair

Closed ranks covered an open nakedness, shamefaced Shem

Enormous Willendorf Venus breasts, impressive and aggressively blasphemous

The truth will always out, soon their heresy became famous, nay, infamous.

Their order broken, they scattered like dreams awoken and flee across the ocean

A lotion for their wounds the matter of their riches, a quotient to each elect, who maintains his position and appearance as an upstanding member of the peerage

We peered in at them once, appearing Godiva perverts

My eyes barely pierced the darkness but a flame my confusion floundered

An image bound itself, began to compound before my eyes

A templar at the back of another man bounding like a dog after a hare

These founding fathers are found to be fisted before an altar

Somehow, the anus can be used as an exalter

They wear halters and read from forbidden psalters, assaulting each other

They carried out his orders, keep his hidden doors, surrender daughters

They are exorders in his army, he calls them exalted

The proud are halted and made to prostrate

Their wounds are salted, their pounded prostates

Makes them the new slaves, they will initiate the next apostates

On the appointed dates

A flimsier curtain you could not have draped, plain visible the rape

Though sable it was a sabine woman therein splayed as a mare in a stable

Ripe for mating, something ripe fermenting from which they take mouthfuls, enables

Them to sustain the graceful disgraces

They writhe like coprophages before their hairless ageless sage

Abominations he creates, his sin wages a tour through seven stages

Of hell griefs, his mages tear pages from holy books to engage him

Arn, bravest of templars, arm in arm with baphomet bowing as on stage

Tall as a giant on stilts, his goat legs are under silks, his veined breasts milk

His twisting horns like a rill swirling through his forest of dubh curls, he bilks

Their pleas as he forces them to knees, give in to greed

At the violence of one vigorous pump into her rump, she grunts and he thrills

He trills at the heat of a kill, better still the sustained humiliation 

To which he will subject the nations under his subjugation

From incense censers redolent smoke curling, like a fumigation

It clouds their deeds sagacious

At this point my hands gripping the ledge to stay up hurt like Ignatius’

My delicate sebaceous parts aching, fingers red as after fingerpainting

One last look, this arresting scene intense for irises, wilder than Irishness

Which my eye’s dying speech attests

The creature sat as across a desk from me, his gaze fettered me

His every word unspoken told me he is my better

Strobing letters, characters from strange alphabets, assault my grey matter

Nothing else matters for a moment, lured by my opponent to dullness

Matter is a matter of mind, no matter, my mind is on climbing down as down a vine

In a jungle scene in another time, or soon be mad as hatters

Hats off to the boy for thinking to knock me, my locked knees finally freed squeezed and released me

We will leave the rest to the police and the priests and the authorities

Take me from here, take me back to Kerry please.

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It is more than fair to say this affair I ingested

Infested my mind and chest with unrest

Invested me with utter loathing of our entire quest

With that, the dream and enterprise were dead

The whole affair was chalked up as a loss

The temple condemned, the keys tossed.