To Kill the Dragon of the Fifth Mundansa

Poem in English, written at Poesiaeuropa 2023

1 October 1992.
I have absolutely no fucking idea what it means to you
but what were you doing?

Why were you looking for an INTJ among the Kristang
in old Sundaland’s heart, now finally beating
once again?

Why choose me
for your baseless, fucked up plan?

How did you know
I would one day recognise
that I was the Dragon?

Because, now of course,
everyone sees how special I am.
Now, of course, I have become
myth. Legend. Icon. The New Aquarian.
Whatever.

But back then—
how did you know?
How did you know, far in advance, far before me —
who I am?

Everyone is judging you.
Your instincts have failed you.
You will never understand.
Things will never make any sense.

You filthy, abnormal, iridescent rainbow lamb.
You know nothing.
You have no place or face here.
This world will never be
your land.

Not kill me.

Not end in that kind of tragedy.

Because apparently the universe will not allow that, or something.
I could care less, honestly.

But you wanted
another false god. Another fake divinity.
Another Ozymandias.
Yet another unholy trinity.
Another corrupted Dragon.
Another 11,500 years of misery.
You couldn’t stop my birth
but you could try to reshape history

into an endless, mind-fucked minefield,
a twisted, neverending circle of hellscape.
Heaven without an end.
Earth with its own judge, jury

and Maliduensa,
as broken, and evil as can be
while claiming still the veil, the power and the name
of sanctity.