Roughly translated,
it means
a smoke pot, burning red like gold.
Then many ways to say greatness
and forgiveness, witness
as a goat is sacrificed
in the bloodiest of detail,
body parts and sacred drips.
And though I am riveted
by the red gold, the smoke,
my spirit stilled and inward,
the goat gets in my way
every year,
its eyes open and helpless,
its throat open, hooves
upward
while I flip pages backward,
looking for a place to rest.
—
Published in Carmina Magazine, Mythology for the modern day – September 2022
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