We still practice human sacrifice to appease the gods. Men dress in costume and walk into battle for Quetzalcoatl or Allah or Uncle Sam or maybe Old Dinero.
I am writing in the language of the colonizer. We still hope to civilize the savages. Yes, we are very, very civilized, you know. (I am holding a teacup with my little finger extended.)
So many have died stricken with the god-plague. High Priests decide when the stars are aligned for battle. They decide when the gods are hungry for blood, and men write the books of their gods.
I'm just an unholy woman, writing on this unholy page. I'm probably crazy or on the rag or something.
