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ImmersionIn vehement desperation for deliverance from this excruciating miseryOur voices, ulcerated and wracked with thirst Like fountains of blood reaching towards the heavens Returning as void before the altar Mother and infant are bound in ritual Nails driven through pristine flesh as they lay Our dust veils their mournful stare As their harrowing lamentation is smothered by soil Buried awake in an exquisite sacrifice Drowning immersed beneath our dying earth Breath slowly fading, encased in sediment Motionless and silent beneath As we wait in woeful expectation Our eyes are fixed on the inanimate skies In fearful reverence prayers arise From our cracked lips Trembling in endless despair As a mothers muffled screams ring out in our ears, deafening What have we done? |