Sacrifice

from antiquity of the Peruvian Inca mountains 'til today's unsheathed bladed Java buttons clicking the numbers add up to incessant discounting counting to sacrifice our own graven image sown sickening if she floats - she's a witch and frankly must die if she sinks, well, obviously she's sufficiently pious when down on the bottom, we can't hear her cries of sacrifice, still, very little can get by us filed and defiled is all the better all the while as the former digits click off of our palms fingers and toes, complete legs fall away, as do whole heads mounting kill count without qualms virgin girls, citizen children, soldiers of play their sacrifice is for civilization after all us, uh, i mean the gods, won't have it any other way they must have their place on our wailing wall the altar so sacred, so blood red royal C-4 strapped around plain white-robed torso from handlers who assure they have the will of God sending heavenward, pink clouded supplication - more so for the sacrifice of the body than of the soul robed theocratic surgeons who cut off our noses in a perceived attempt to maintain their control of those around them that might be opposed to notions that they need not explain themselves, or that God demands carnage for reasons unknown, that their actions should beget peace in our time that they shan't pick up, to cast, the first stone that we all could be better humans I suppose if we sacrificed our pride, instead of our fear if we worked hard not to be taken for a ride by admitting things aren't what they might first appear dunno, but if there is a god for us to pray to then maybe we could pray to not be preyed upon and sacrificed for that bloody old world view time to cook up some whorled peas - and move on © Goode Guy 2012-08-02