the sacrifice

I hereby give thou, unmerciful demiurge, the text
of bygone days, its story, its plot. I sacrifice on
the altar of creation the story about the woman
with many names, about the woman with a split
face, about the woman with different masks; I
sacrifice the story about she who once was, but no
longer is.
I give her to thee to feast on; I give thee this
woman of the past, who sponges on my body,
who has riveted herself to my shadow; I give her
to thee to feast on.
Thou, unmerciful demiurge, opens the gate to the
earth’s interior and drinks her blood, greedily
desiring. Thou folds the sacrificed body in thee
arms, and devours it. The earth closes again. Once
more satisfied.
Greed fulfilled. The hellish alchemical fire
nourished, gives thou back what thee has
devoured. Body moulded charred, returns in
slings of fire.