East of Greece in Iran, then Persia
To the lips of the rulership called Persepolis
I am plotting Cosroe in the shadow of my brother, King Mycetes
I will have a Greek treachery, a Cretan betrayal.
A brother’s burial
No timber horse
No ankled fletch
No sacked Illium
No ten year quest
No backgoing West.
Meek Scythian shepherd’s breast templed a conqueror’s heart and Will
With him born new stars, dragged screaming to firmament
From slitted womb of lights, bright-gutted
Effulgent viscera visible in lacerated sky
Vinculum Hadrian wall ‘twixt earth and heaven
That oil water wine blood body leaven be kept separate.
Prophets shouting in the Levant
Promising to know the hour
Promising collarless deliverance
Thus are unmeant courses charted
Stellar horse riding over nations
Equalling Kahn Temujin in wrath and scorn.
Alchemisland 
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