Death comes today

These are the words of Omush'wa, defender of Thebes, captain and companion of the 11th party;
at the fields of Awesh-Run;
to Teti, maiden of the house of Far-mun, merchant of Thebes.
**The papyrus, discovered, lost in the sands........

The slaughter was good today
yes
it was good and heavy
like fresh perch
straight out of the nile
more men will die
on the morrow
and i might be with them.

And if i am
let the wind be my voice
to tell this path i chose
i see yo disdain
that look in yo eye
when u play host
to my friends and I.

Murderer

I am
a slayer of men
i find strength in the taking of life
peace in the heat of battle
serenity comes to me
with a blade in arm
and blood on my hands
the batlle-cry
is my lullaby
the dead
my counsel;
yes,
i am a lover of war.

But i am not a murderer.

When a child is
denied the right to live
that is murder
when his mother
is named a whore by
her drunk husband
that is murder
when men are casted
as is on the streets
of Thebes,
that is murder.
All the murderers i know
sit on the Council of Peace.

It is in peace
that the sun is clouded
in times of security
that men learn to covet
it is the laughter
of children
that drives men to murder.

When i slay
it is with respect
not once will a soldier
name his adversary
a beast
a devil
barbarian in the lingua of the Senate.
These are men
above all
worthy to kill
and ready to die.
They are my brothers
in this love of war.
Upon this heap of the slain
i raise my temple
carnage is my psalm
and death is my promise
of paradise.
The only murder i know,
is the choir of crows.

War does not make men murderers
the rain of blood
does not wash away
a man's essence.
You
more than any
knows
how this callused body
is a gentle harbinger
of pleasure,
how these stained hands
knead the flames
of yo body.
that look in my eyes,
if you can remember
is not the look of murder.

Dawn
is upon me,
the bloodied sun beckons,
i might die today;
and if i do,
then i die happy
so that this, my bane,
will not be yours.