Alchemisland

Blade to nose, take it all away to spite my face

Visions of lightfaced saints in white enamelled plate

Mail wielding spiked maces, neither female nor male

Draped in Ophirian jewelsilks by blue-milk angels

Ophidian milk for a saviour, His cup the erupting skull of a crane

I remember the crack in the wall growing, like a Kraken after a sea war

Strength to see it all through giving in to the rage and hate that He threw

I remember the last flat unleavened bread entering the last hero’s head;

That hero’s arrow-pierced corpse disappearing into the sea at battle’s end.