Montezuma Poem by Morgan Michaels

Great is my glory and shame, and passing odd-
I cannot lead, I cannot fall behind.
Great and irresistible the God
Whose will my longing clings to like a rind.
His queen is pleased, his king is satisfied-
(Jesus his king is, heaven his capital-
He is pleased to purge me of the pride
Whose ember burns within me like a coal.
Our Gods- our gods are stupefied.
Long, long ago it was prophesied
How they should one day plummet down
Into the star-drunk lake and drown.
In the grip of a snake's gaze I languish-
Surrendering I win and winning, vanish.