sacrifice
its glassy eyes popping
from sockets while
steadily squeezed,
its soul drooling into
the rust tinted night,
lying frosty and
stagnant in little
spittle-pools,
its black hooves
chafing against
the wet dust,
painting bizarre
hieroglyphics:
a panicked gospel,
a few last rites.
a burst vein
spills oily gore
over sacrosanct palms
as they char
the purple coils
of glistening viscera
into idolatrous ash.