At Inanna’s bone strewn palace
Prelates sifting bird guts seeking prophecy
Zealots fill stone bowls with blood.
Assyrian war crimes
None can deny their advances
Upraised wolf faces slit by raised lances
The time of diplomacy is over
Bones and blood loam for new orchards
Sennacherib brings new tortures to the world
Gold domed elden temples put to torches
The shrón of the sphinx sanded down.
Fleshripping hooks driven through slave hips below lung and rib rung
Rope fed through and through the next, until all in a line fall into march at an overseer’s tug
Slickened with slave blood quickened by the lash
Clanking sandals along a plank path toward brine, the lapping bath
The laughing ass peering in
The slaughter-mad Assyrian
Sets aflame the base of the Empyrean
Between half-eaten peltast shields, singers blonde as Swedes breathe sweet melodies
Dulcifying breezes, honey such would pacify a bee
Slingers with leathers strung on swearing fingers, satchels full of debris and grit
The wolf king’s gilt galley sits uneasily like a fitting Emperor having crossed the Rubicon, his lips frothing
Slit gizzards of wizards in gilt starquilted robes claret the wood, blood outrivers
Fissures strobe with blood, bubbling it strove to clot, slumped
Knots grasped to exact tolls unroll unfurling unruly, greasy moplike locks
Shocked eyes bulging like risen bread from small-sized baking liners
Like ignored pox-dead, tongues lolling out of heads red as a Shriner’s fez, which a mangy fox will tear apart unless a witch finds it first.
Alchemisland 
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