The Sacrifice of Jennifer.
It had been unusually hot
that season.
Parched grass… and the tongues
of beasts burned dry..
The expulsion from the fold
for Jennifer,
had been a bitter thing.
There was no Golden Gate for her…
No hand of God reached
down to her.
There was no Wailing
at the Wall for Jennifer,
She was alone…torn
from the bosom of her kin.
Men carried her towards
the burning coals.
They roasted her alive to
silence her….
But she…she did not die that day.
Her body lying charred of bone,
lay as a sickening end.
But that was only collagen.
She had not gone away.
She lives…she lives today
does Jennifer.
Kristine Byrne. June 9th 2018