Ritual

A rotting, putrid land,
Frail as venous clay
I sever my thin mass
From Earth's devoted prey.

Hircus-tongue, seize the fire,
Beneath a graying twilight,
To deport this rank humankind,
Into a wintry, aphotic sky.

In chronic irreverence,
This sworn, malignant rite
Churned the lord's sanctum
Into a lidless night.

A spherical glow
Begot the decadent purge
Of a captive fall of lambs
The shriek of Heaven's
Celestial dirge.

Devour the flesh of God,
Afloat the crimson sod.

The Ritual brought no repose.
For naught but smoke and mist arose
Though consumed by dreams I saw -
Horned and hooved the wicked He Goat

His loom roared sinful in effigy
I sank, wailed, as glottal
Words were shorn
From his tongue I, dismal, fell
With rapt fear, as though snarled by
A soulless, callous, abysmal wind.