A Repetition in Sacrifice

 

The Sun ‘s low

We charge through the shade

The stalwarts evergreens.

 

the challenges trivial

Could this be a

Hell so simple

 

Oxidized

Benign

Scab

on the way to Salvation

Take a knee, take a ligament

Anything for the firmament

 

Another form

Another life to char

For the muse

 

that old lover calls my name.

Lowly paces

Through paradise

The serrated hair of sirens

 

reinvigorated, risen, from cup to

cup

Through the top

Boiled over

what a luxury,

to make

mistake after Mistake,

Content with

The seared forearm

The grafted skin