This is not the man
butchered for a stew
sent to his enemies
or the man found dead
in the starfish shipwreck
left behind the monsoon
or the captive burnt in the cabin
or the one whose tongue
and lips were julienned
dog ears tied to his head
while brute guards stared
drinking the gore of Christ
from a golden goblet
with a long proud beard.
No, this is the man \
who did all of that to you.
He was born on an evolving caravel
smoking arquebus the Holy Spirit
to conquer time like normal men
cannot really do
unless they know the man
and take his place.
He enters your kingdom on a carpet of entrails
intimidates the maids
and gives you gold you must resist.
You won't resist. The green forest. The silver mountains
The raj's sunset
on the land he found with the power that you dream
and the taste of cardamom.
You forgive his destiny.
He dies dramatically
on Christmas Eve.
He lies in a church in a golden tomb
you commissioned with mastery.
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