AtahualpaA Poem by Casey TruaxA story of the last king of the Incas.He was the son of the sun With his crown of feathers high And his army lit the hills As if the stars had tumbled from the sky. He waged war against his brother And all pretenders to the throne Until the scepter of the Incas Was his at last to own. In his palace by the springs He enjoyed his steaming bath And he drank from gilded skulls Of those who met his wrath. He did not fear that paltry band That had come on wooden ships With pots upon their heads And hair like llamas on their lips. With his litters and his lords He entered through the gate, And in the square he met the friar As the cannons lay in wait. They gave to him a book And they said it was the Word. Atahualpa held it to his ear But there was nothing heard. The Word had dwelt among them And took its winding courses By Roman roads and Spanish sails With steel, guns, and horses. The first who heard were duty bound To spread the message to the cursed; Though all be one beneath the sun There is prestige in being first. So came the Word to Atahualpa Who tossed it to the ground, And the soldiers pounced upon them With a horrifying sound. With musket, cannon, sword, and fire They filled the land with thunder; They captured Atahualpa And plotted on their plunder. In the prison of his court He planned to stall his doom; With silver and with gold He would fill his ransom room. Even from his captors Atahualpa gained respect; He won their games of chess But the king was held in check. There were rumors that his army Would attack and set him free, And so his captors deemed That the king was not to be. In the square where he was taken They gave him water for his sin; He bemoaned their thankless greed And pleaded mercy for his kin. His soul departed by garrote And left his body hollowed. The son of the sun was gone, And soon his kingdom followed. A legend says he shall return In glorious rebirth; He shall restore his kingdom For the children of the earth. The ages wait for king's return And worship sun or Son, But man shall prove and prove again His one true god is the gun.
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