The End Of Sacrifice
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He gave us hands with palms for cupping breasts, With thumbs to censure serious mistakes Hubristic elders made upon the crests Of ancient hills. Untainted glacial lakes Hold promises young officers can't keep, Which disappoints platoons of soldiers sworn To constancy, who pledged their solemn, deep Commitment long before their sons were born. A martial mind-set builds an inverse prison, A fortress raised to drive the inmates out. It is designed to stall the Enemy Until the darkness-ousting sun has risen, Refreshed by climes beyond the pale of doubt, And routs the shadows from Gethsemane. A Calvary without a crucifix Is less redemptive than the River Styx, Where episodes of disembodied sex Are sold to fallen souls on Charon's decks. by C.B. Anderson |