The price you pay

Blood for peace
Haven’t we seen too many?
Alters burnt
Must be replaced

I caught my niece
With her mother’s spine in flames
Did we catch any
Of the spines chased?

Hold on to your penny
Let it buy you a piece,
or two, if need be,
of lost things that can’t be traced.

Sacrifices have a certain taste
A certain caprice.


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