Thursday, March 29, 2018

sacrificial sitting ducks

Stretch me out again
and again


Holocaust me easily
on the pyre of desire—
mine or yours?

Bleed me, your libation,
until my arteries run dry.

Still I return, turn,
and return.

I am every day in your courts,
casting myself on your altars—
spring lamb with a death wish.

I am an easy sacrifice.

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