NaPM, April 16, 2020

[Wjames]

Thanks for doing this, Quix!

Failed Ritual

The hum of millstones swell
as I herd the lambs to slaughter,
the grinding rocks blind my ears
to the victims savage bleats,
shielding the heavenly joy of rosemary shank
from sacrifice's bloody trauma.

I cherish the infinite,
but every sacred moon begets
the same broken oath: passion will be my eternity.