Sacrificial Lamb

Little, lame, lamb, you know

your soul meaning to man is nothing


more than to be a sacrifice.  Don’t

delude yourself with anything


other than what is.  You have been

brought to the alter so to be bled


out.  No one wants to carry on with you.

It’s time for you to go


offer everything, so some fortune

may find those who need more


from your death than your possession

of life.  Your life is not your own,


and you know this, so don’t dare

those darling little bleats.  They won’t


change that to man and all of their institutions

your only purpose is to be sacrificed.  That is why


you’re here.  The blade traces the soft lines

of your jaw from ear to ear, like a smile


that never could have shone.  The ancient river

Gods of blood will soon all seep out


leaving you an empty carcass

with no meaning left.


1 Comment

  1. Powerful imagery in the poem.

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