careening toward a paradise above
the meaning of the sacrifice is love
sitting in the middle of a thousand little gardens
granting every minute of it heavy with her pardons
.
careening toward a poison snake below
with every single sacrifice you know
resting in the arms of a woman who’s a daughter
flail in the arms of cold death come down upon her
.
flames arise and lick her skin
the meaning of the sacrifice we’re in
burning in the middle of a life tied to the stake
feeling every minute of it heavy with her heartbreak
.
fed to every scorpion she spied
with every single sacrifice you hide
resting in the arms of a woman who’s a mother
sail in the arms of warm wind crept up upon her
.
a pyre on the mountain
heap it with the good
fire sprung from a fountain
wine flow from the wood
.
the meaning of the sacrifice
the murder of a son
the rolling of a loaded dice
where everybody won
.
a fire in the garden
what a sad reprise
blood sprung from a pardon
sweat flow in her eyes
.
the meaning of the sacrifice
the murder of a son
the rolling of a loaded dice
where all emerge as one
.
careening toward a paradise above
the meaning of the sacrificial dove
treasure in the meadow of a harsher ten month sentence
measure every minute of it heavy with her penance
.
careening toward a poison snake below
with every single sacrificial blow
resting in the safety of a woman who’s a mother
flail in the fateful death come on another
.
flames arise and lick her skin
the meaning of the sacrifice we’re in
water in the middle of a dry spell on the plain
fought her every minute of monsoonal heavy rain
.
fed to every scorpion she spied
with every single sacrificial hide
a jail in the arms of a woman who’s a sinner
frail to the charms of a breath blown up within her
.
a pyre on the mountain
heap it with her cares
wine sprung from a fountain
love flow from her wares
.
the meaning of the sacrifice
the murder of a man
the rolling of a loaded dice
where everybody ran
Martha Kelch Poetry 