Alchemisland

Cephalocentric, mind home to hosts and heaven

Pleasant wonders impressed

Upon the depths between sulci

Venerating an acéphale, head severed brutally from limb’s measure

Old king’s skull dipped in molten gold and set with gems

Serving as royal goblet to priests, used during dire midnight rites, hems

Dripping with the ink of vengeance

Stone pillars with carved niches

Cloisters fit for human heads, the souls of the dead

Live well until an axe is embedded to sever the thread, survival of death

A talking head is a wonderment, it sees futures; no message for me yet

Halfway through a grail quest

I enter chapel perilous, divest myself of mail vest

Across my exposed chest a ringfingered demon carves runes of black confession 

The dead chieftains’ brain is let calcify under Sol

Roof of the tomb of the brain removed, uncouthly they scoop out

The mousse of misused and polluted granfalloon

From which black arts spume

Ancient martial prowess, show of hateful rage and force

Blood turns history’s page

Blood assuages the thirsty ancient of days who made us, dissuades him 

Us to dust; see rust and sundering coming closer, plundering creation

Of all meaning and lustre

Much fussing, then a gentle subsidence unto nothing

Stone age conflict, primitive engagements, hand to hand to death

Clubbed heads and leopard pelts

Flesh which knew and dealt well with violent intention

Racing toward the iron age

Killing enemy alchemists to take their magic away

Gods with carved stave bodies, raised by the depth of their lodgement,

Torn apart, dashed to splinters and burnt, no urns for the ash.