ancient rites
older then stone
altars smoldering with animal bones
blood puddles
ankle deep
dark grizzled clouds of smoke and charred meat
further in
the mercy seat
a curtain
another curtain
fire incense
the spell is broken
a preist muttering blessings
flawlessly performing the ritual
in a flash
remembers his office
falls to his knees
like another slain carcass
to worship
the god who enlarges
the heart
with the slightest touch
and the faintest thought


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