A bloated thing
Blistered and blundering
To its sacrifice
Long hairs wicking
The scent of kerosene
Through wide nostrils
The shick-shick
Of long knives
Carve the air
Fallen to its knees
Waiting for the blade
Neck raised high
Fires Burning as
The priests exchange
Blood for rain
Thursday, July 08, 2004
The Sacrifice
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