The Hero


My glorious leader! A libation upon the bone-bleached sand,
For the luck and good will of our ancestral gods.
A sacrifice! More sacrifices!
Let the fat burn fragrantly upon the alters,
So that the senses of the deities be enticed and pleased,
And roast the meat! And scorch the grain!
So that three and thirty bales shall be untied,
And spilled upon the sun warmed meadows
Between the chiseled hills;
Let incenses ascend unto the clouds of heaven,
And tantalize the palates of beings divine,
And let the blood seep deeply into the sod,
And have the parched earth drink it up, like heady wine,
And slit the throats of the coarse pelted heifers,
So that the wind shall swell our sails,
And bring us victory, merited fame.

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