26/30 – sacrifice

Little burning bundle,

hungry flames lapping at the offering,

smells of cinders sloping skyward,

the breeze carrying vestiges of it, embers, away,

little tornado touching down,

dispensing a simulacrum of symmetry

to a service both celebratory and austere,

we gather here today

as a remembrance and restitution

because we were born

with a clean conscious to a dirty world,

where the soot of past sacrifices stick to our skin,

and we, unknowing calves,

walk to sacrifice ourselves for the sins of our forebears,

similarly stained

to us.

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