each half of the whole

my presence
cut the calf in twain
and we walk between
let pass the armies the children all dripping with blood
babies covered in their mothers blood armies bleeding the blood of their country on this foreign soil
they are enchanted they are angels through this sacrifice we praise god
my presence is not needed here
where my word is heeded clear
cut the calf in twain
and lead the virgins between each half of the whole
dead eyes limp hooves come towards me
to be filled
your holy blood to be spilled

all the world is between these halves
dead eyes on one bank of the river
haunches on the other
the blood in the water for all the earth that exists downriver
time does remember as blood does dry on the rocks of the delta
split the skulls of the faulted there toss them over the edge
my presence here between


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