Sacrifice

The lamb is buckling under the weight of the knife
The martyr is crumpling beneath a hail of stones
Men and women, torn by wild beasts in a dessicated arena
While crowds howl and fornicate
Cast into one another's eyes, a final moment

The look of love

A mother offers her precious child to the man in armour
Who impales it; she collapses in the dust
Masses tear the ears and eyes from apostates
While in the distance, on a cold hill of 47 crosses
The ones still alive
Before sunset, raise their bleeding faces

Looking lovingly upon you and me