Sacrifice
The blade sinks in,
slices clean through the skin into the flesh
The knife moves in rhythm     in and out
until finally it splits in half,
the insides leak out in a thin wet stream.

Hands messy with the mushy bits of flesh
the two halves rock on the butcher block,
ready to be sliced     for eager hands to dispose of.

Leaving red traces to be washed away
a sacrifice made on a hot sticky day
down in the 
               Watermelon
                                   Grove.


©Jaydean Wszolek 2007

Comments:
 
frederic   frederic wrote
on 8/11/2009 9:28:09 PM
I'm sure the hungry attendants were glad you carried out that sacrifice. Got some tasty watermelon out of the ritual. Interesting.

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