Messenger of God

[Reflection]

The feathered man and jagged knife,
a totem on the heaven's steps.

Sun's gaze bleeding through cotton clouds,
dripping red into velvet sky.

A body writhes against the ropes,
the cold slab pushing against him.

Below, the mass of people sway,
and they pray to the darkest gods

that swallow the stars and night sky.
But now they hunger for life's debt. 

Fear roots into the man's features.
The knife descending, it's sculpted. 


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A pretty simple poem trying to imagine the scene of Aztec human sacrifice. Not super deep, but just wanted to know if the imagery is good or not and if the rhythm is good. But yea any kind of critique is welcome.

The imagery is good but for me there is just one line as i was reading didn't really work for me  "the cold slab pushing against him"  when reading again  "the cold slab pushing into his soul"  its the fear that they want to see but then, again in thinking, was the understanding of soul there, maybe its the word "pushing" you have me thinking and thats one of the reason why i really like this.