gods of war
gods of war
now to bow before the gods of war in total abasement
knees in the dense dust forehead pressed to the floor
separate the true from frauds seeking no replacement
to measure the wind’s gust standing by a closed door
place a virgin sacrificial lamb on a blooded stone altar
raise the sharpened knife the scent of charcoal drifting
untested by a horned ram before belief begins to falter
to measure the depth of strife of souls of corpses lifting
the gods reluctantly appeased search for more victims
weakness fear and innocence sharing the likely targets
as insane violence is released according to the dictums
to measure a sacred omniscience in rubies and garnets
a place with no mercy shown amidst the stench of war
where even children are shorn by the harvests of gore