At the Altar

At the altar of love,
She offers herself.
He drops an axe,
Over her head.

The drop came –
Without a blink.
Did he even
Stop to think?

A shock to the body
A gap on the skin
A gush of blood
The slit bursting at its rim

The axe moves in deeper,
Not yet done with the body’s keeper.

And as he chopped he sang,
Hymns of a love so great –
That even the pieces of flesh that fell,
Clapped with thunder when they hit the plate.

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