It's Thanksgiving here in The States. In honor of this day, I offer you this repeat. I hope that you enjoy it and, if you are one of the celebrants, may your turkeys be juicy and your stuffing moist.
The Sacrifice
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
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