The Human Sacrifice
by

Even the hyenas are not so ruthless.
The three perpetrators are powered
by the prospect of prosperity
through human sacrifice.
One of them is a poet!
Haikus in his mind are
like roses decorating a slaughterhouse.
A lady vendor has been trapped
in the snare of their monetary promise.
They mute their prey with a rag.
Her legs and arms are fastened.
A machete wounds her vagina:
they collect blood in a pan.
Her breasts are scooped out.
This sorcery is
a monster with sadistic stripes.
The female flesh is kept in the freezer:
for the human kebab?
The dark, cannibalistic thoughts thrive
in their psychic wilderness.
As her agony stays in the air,
how can we walk forward?

Previously published in Verbal Art

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