Offerings

No saint
in my dreams
I rip you limb from limb
hang the pieces
on the crossed branch of a tree
to mark the martyrdom
you wanted to achieve
and with each cracking tear
each fleshy separation
there is release
a feeling of salvation
never found in prayer.

Kim Hodges


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