poem

 Sacrifice

An ink spilled indigo evening

Eliciting ice pricked thoughts 

Ominously blotched,vague evil

A witch’s carbonaceous sunset, black catted 

Distant but wraps its claws around

Your neck in an instant 

I’m not afraid though

I’m the prey wandering

Naked in the woods

Hoping you’ll choose me

For your nightly sacrifice

Even that would be a blessing

Knowing some seer believes

I have an ultimate purpose

My shivering flesh a pale feast

And ritualistically, at least,

Not worthless 

Tinder to a great blazing pyre

My soul bounding between

Skeletal trees with a herd

Of dull-eyed deer 

10/25/22