Sacrifice Haiku

bleeding crevices

soil enriched with sacrifice

a lifeless body

~

sacrificial pier

stains of grotesque history

fade away with time

~

sacrificing lamb

look of knowing in dark eyes

death is singular

* For Carpe Diem # 241.

The Choice is Mine

the moment the impalpable fruit comes up on the horizon

the nightly spots of light attract me, asking me to fade away with them that time

the choice is mine whether-

I want to be a seed of the sweet rising fruit or

the shine of the fading spots of night light.