Sacrifice
You,
sliced open to deliver a perfect son to your god,
crushed by my birth.
I was not the one you wanted.
Abraham poised to kill his child –
to kill everything –
to prove devotion to a bottomless god.
Your son died. You-
prostrated before your god and wearing duplicity like vestments-
begged for a trade, me for him.
“Not the one I’d have chosen,”
your refrain.
Not the one I’d have chosen.
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Enjoyed reading this very much. Fresh breath to an ancient theme
Crushing. I love the line “to prove devotion to a bottomless god”
Wow. “Not the one I’d have chosen.”
Heart-breaking.