Thursday, March 18, 2010

Sacrificial poetry

our sedra confounds us, perhaps it's profound
the blood, the slaughter, are we slaves to otters?
archaic, it's ancient, where's the relevance?
demand the meaning, result is beaming.

we sacrifice sheep and learn to weep
we give of ourselves, our souls we delve
into the depths, across the breadths.

break away from the herd. become you.