Dreamt sacrifices


Listen to me!

I will teach you how to build a cross

and burn.

But who will be the Christ?

Without living bodies the wood is your sacrifice.


Once high priests in golden garments

killed animals;

inebriated with sacred blood

reddish wine of the mad;

they sacrificed the pure

– virgo intacta  –

to the Gods.


You too can be sacred again;

love your victim;

go back to the forest,

be bare foot, only attention,

jaws claws

and walking naked

stepping the crushed leaves


(be it an it or an him or an her)

in the midst of the trees in wood


and sacrifice.

The blood is yours

Make your own altar

Choose your vestal victim

and kill





and wake up