Second Book of Moon Slave
- There were many men before the first man
- he burned and destroyed, shining down on lakes full of monsters
- and there were others there with him, brothers and fathers and other mothers and motherfuckers and sinners and destructors
- Smoke shit all over the sun
- The sun burned all the dirt and turned it into old bones
- The grass was swords and the swamps were death, black and bottomless, tooth home, beast hearts
- In the days of the first man was the first wind
- This wind was fire. This wind was earth. A wind of pain swept all softness and weakness in life and polished it into smooth, thin, glass edge kill-kill
- These were the first men and from them came the first man
- There was the mother of the first man and we sing of her and call her goddess-fucker, great she hate, Mother-before-First, Creatrix, The explosion
- Nothing else but all life, the sanctified skeleton of this ancient almost ape
- Call her Meatgiver Killextra
- Of her sons, ten, and the living envied the dead, five stone babies at the beginning of the world
- Second came the great man of beasts, and third the great man of ale,
- next the seeker and seer, lastly and youngest to stone brothers the son who was Prima Female, the first girl in a time of Only Sons
- A time of only sun, in the shadow of the reflection, the reflection of the shadow, Gurin-Within-Unus-Muun-Maxes, the world and that which reflected the world
- But the First was
- The first was the strangler and made flesh in Prima Female and MEatgiver Killextra and made soft stone of beasts, ale, seer, and was the first mother, Motherfucker X, and was names Mother.
- And on the goddess before the god he made flesh and she the first and second lifemaker, and he the first Mother
- Thence Last Became First And Best
- There were many men, and many sons, and many homes, and many marks, and many tracks, and within this there was First Mother and his sons
- Consecrated to shadow-of-shadow, mirror-of-mirror
- sword sword sword sword sword
- Rising and destroying
- On fire and so very very on fire
- Muun infants set foot in the baked world and burned her forever
- First came Moon Father who would have the first Moonchild
- The first Moonchild died in one hundred days.
- There came Moon Killer the greatest and earliest murderer
- Moon Killer laid low by his own hands, his own throat, by the hands of another, by The other
- Then it was Moon Bastard
- Who slew the only good monster
- Who perverted seven colors
- Who ruined all desert
- Moon Bastard who could not stride
- Moon Bastard who could not stand
- Moon Bastard in his own blood, bubbling, burbling, alive, not alive
- The First Mother in every land, with every people, his sword long, the sword which reflected the First Sword, his blood his own
- A hundred thousand mothers in love and desperation and tribute and conquest
- Moon Killer is there, Moon Bastard is there, Moon Father is there, Moonchildren are there
- They are everywhere
- Cities burned and all mothers rose up and slew the fathers with rocks
- The first rain was blood rain
- The rain of the first blood, the blood before the world, washed the rocks of the Mother's blood
- and the First Mother became bone dust and red ash
- And Moonchildren
- Moon Bastard Moon Father Moon Killer
- And the women of the first world, all women, became the Moon Killer Killer, the ur-ur, the second goddesses, each, as a woman
- They were the First Women, and there were women before them, and their children were not the First Mother's
- And the blood washed blood and the rocks became a fire, and the fire became a new world
- This world within the world was blood within blood within blood, and blood from blood and blood
- And the swords of Mother and his children became the new lights
- And the First Women became extra gods, small in their world, and great within the burning world of blood
- They the goddesses
- And there was rain for a thousand years, red, as the world burned, and the world cooled like steel
- And the heart of the new world was steel and the heart beat with a life it should not have
- And the heart of the world was a child
- It was the first child
- He was the first child
- Heir smoke smoke smoke
- And the world heart beat and the heart was that of Thunder King
- and there was life and magic and horror and blood
- There stirred within stone and hate and rage life
- There came the child of the First Women, Moon Killer Killer, from the first mother but not the First Mother, not his to claim
- And there was the word and the word was MOON SLAVE
- THEN WAS MOON SLAVE