Knives Upon the Table

Knives Upon the Table
(the psychokinesis of the T’ukmpuxogt)
[from The Fog of the Caveman’s Blog]

We’d gone in a convoy,
the doors of Her car were blown off

An evil twenty swarmed out
from fields of Sunflowers tall
knives redoubtable

They tied Her Sacredness to a fence
gagged her that She’d not reproach them:
their scabbards empty of their treachery

Such evil drawn out
upon the dastardly ceremony
that hides a scoundrel from a conscience

“Kill her,” I heard the tall one bade.
“Righteous tyranny of the Gods
“can NOT be malice when obeyed

“Let the least of us wound,
“the greatest stab Her in the heart,
“the fearful give the coup de grâce.”

Villains, villains, I shouted.

Halt at once this vileness,
these sneezed speeches
a phlegm of your diseased souls

A frenzied one spoke:
Her Sacredness
would fawn to the Council
and not to the Gods

She would banish our Sister
who champions the Gods

This impostor usurper
who takes the crown
would deny our true Priestess
her enfranchisement with the Gods

Let the Gods rightly
paint our true Priestess in
the light of Their Love, and
make her star brighter than
the day of this puny planet’s sun.

Hasten us all
lest we’d be interfered with
in our noble cause to
stab out the usurper

Draw now the blood of Her Falseness,
each of you in turn do act:
stab out this blotch

Sazrgk, begin!

But I crawled closer,
picked up rocks to throw

Thus I:
Sazrgk no! You of the least
do not now promote yourself to fiend

Let them have their honors.
Sazrgk, if you’d save your soul
take your mercy and go

But Sazrgk stabbed her in the shoulder.
’tis true: of weakness cold-hearted, he
did indeed plunge his dagger.

I screamed the ancient kinesis:
“T’ukmpuxogt!”

I became splattered in red screams
drowning in oceans of slaughter that
pulled me out of my mind with
a fury that engulfed the sun, and
made it set in vomit

By T’ukmpuxogt bold
the sunflowers were decapitated
in exploding shards of skull, and
headless bodies were
strewn across the road.

Thus I protect my Love
the only true Priestess.

2 thoughts on “Knives Upon the Table

    1. Thanks. It makes it hard to organize things into categories. I’ve had people flip through a book and somehow manage to zero in on a poem they dislike and then close the book and not read further. Unfortunately I’ve been mostly listing chronologically and not taking a minute to categorize each properly so I could re-arrange them. Now I have one file of more than 300 poems (probably a lot more, but those are the ones I selected as being adequate). There are some on the list that I hated but someone liked so I kept it, and there are those that I like and no one else does and I kept them anyway. It’s a mess. But eBooks can contain a vast number cheaply so I can do those. The print books I can’t do anymore(new ones I mean) because I can’t afford to buy a proof copy.

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