Friday, October 5, 2007

Alterable

To altar my past

I will place it on the butcher's block

And sacrifice it like any other lamb

to the holy grail.

Sanguine stains on the sheets of the bed

I have been keeping. That bird whose element is fire

Delighting in the smoldering flames of an age marked by destruction.

My God

What have I done?

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