Birthday


she is born motionless
full of strength and might
arms embracing everything
with in her sight

blood is wiped away:
twisted wasted pieces of 
me all over her,
wiped away 
as the crushing begins

the sustenance,
her source of soul--
i'm tossed aside quietly
and she lies
in the sacrificial arms of Baal,

as she will until
the day she labors 
her own little virgin
to be tainted,
twisted,
ground to bits.

never waking,
climbing down
til time has passed
and she cannot see.