bearded god
unveiled
swelling belly
painted eyes
furréd mouth
strapped above the altar she struggles
her contractions begin
deep chanting drowns her howling
she is hidden
hidden from the robed fools
the painted god's face on her belly
twists in agony
its mouth beginning to open
forward steps the priest
silencing the hairy mouth,
with knife he bursts the brow
of the bearded one
he has summoned here tonight.
entrails,
brains,
it makes no difference
to the drugged horde gathered here tonight.
in a wash of lifeblood,
the new god bursts forth full-formed
into the hands of the Fatherhood
into the hooded robe, the caul
stained with his Mother's soul.
2009 Peter Greene.
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