The Altar

 

If there is a conflict with

A sibling, I should not

Be here

So why aren’t the churches empty?

No more blood sacrifices,

Thankfully,

Which is not a license to keep

Everything inside the skin

Such pain to allow

Nothing through the pores

A bleeding animal would make nothing

Better, only show brutality

Blanketing repression

We’re told to go away,

Make it better,

Then come back

The church will wait

The temples with flat stones

No more Sunday-best

We’ll be each other

 

As a codicil to cosmos,

Should the sibling be a neighbor

(secular authorities

consult Henry V at Agincourt

and antecedents)

We are all descendants

Then how full

How empty

How full again

Should reconciliation be

 

C L Couch

 

 

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