“The Morning Stars Sang Together”
The greens of jade absorb the red of blood,
Take in the blot of death. In hungry veins
Jiang Qing sucked in a flow, a youthful flood
Of soldiers’ young transfusions. Screaming stains
Ran down stacked altars from the sharpened jade
Where Aztecs fed the sun his only food
From victims’ hearts that slaked the priestly blade.
The slaughtered hundreds yielded to the lewd
God every day so he could win the war
Each morning with the stars. The ziggurat
Was slimy with the sacred, green-sliced gore
Where holiness and greed performed their clot.
This kind of smear the one true God would shun.
….Instead he thought He’d sacrifice His Son.