Burnt Offering
to cremations
I once bled black sin
it poured from mine heart and kin
once cooled it curdled into crimson
heavy thick n haired like a bison
open and free to parch the land
to match the beat of the oncoming band
never in the crowded ground
whilst markers lost point to me found
chop down a tree and place me on it
burn my sins and flesh til they split
offer me up to the king of all
so that I may never again fall
but rise ever more onto him as a
burnt offering.
Copyright © Malcolm Dyer | Year Posted 2007
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