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How we sacrificed
bullock after bullock
kid after kid
turtledoves after
fidelity and obedience

in the pure vessel
bowl-like
rolled the words
wishing perhaps to be dice
their eyes glaring laws:
wringing of the head
rending by the wings
sprinkling of the blood
and everything always
going up in smoke
finally
his heart was in his mouth
and snow fell the frost spread
a white sheen around his head
that too a game
of the idle angels.
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