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My sacrifice

[18+] Not pretty. We've all been hurt in some way.

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My sacrifice

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And I am the lamb that bled for you fled from you
to another land
beyond your gnash of prejudice
hid among warm hearts that sang and chanted
healing notes.

And I am the sacrifice of the Old Boys' band
practiced on the Catholic playground
preached in college,
solidified by your address, ossified
by your titles.


I am the cold offering served at the office lunch,
a remembered crunch.
Yet while the lamb was trussed and strung I bleated
out your very names with blood
and bile.


Kåre Enga

catalogue number: [162.450]
14 oktober 2005