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
