Sacrifice

Let that monster scream its entire length. I have
no right to wonder what life is like under the train.
On the news a drunken woman fell onto the track
and, into that darkness, wrestling her from herself,
two unknown angels followed. Was she stoned
virginal, meant to be sacrificed? I avoid the Metro
and its inexhaustible dragons roaring past crowded
platforms, already tense with diminished restraint.
Taxis scurry over wet streets, I hold my breath
through each vapor or steam vent; it’s not superstition,
or a strange vanity: I contain too many poisons.
I walk when I can, noting the mulch bits my heels make
of the made-up bodies of winter’s dead leaves.
What do you ask of us Lord but that we go in pieces?

Reviews

[Ruth]

Thought provoking and powerful! This is sublime using of words :)
Observational and hard hitting....you grab life by the horns!
xx

[lostboy]

i go into the uknown with myself and my faith.

[Theresa C Newbill]

A powerful write! Energies, both negative and positive are all around us, and it is best to not dwell on the negative but instead stay in the light where our individual demons and that of others cannot be internalized into an outward sign of destruction. Well done.