Blood Sacrifice

Perhaps you cannot see the

blood

But then . . . 

You've never

Really

Looked at

Me 

and yet . . . 

remnants of my heart 

still

Beat - 

and some ragged

remnants of my heart

still

Bleed.

Clytemnestra Sings

 

King Agamemnon sprawls lifeless -

Blood pooling beneath his

Ragged beard

upon the stones of the palace floor

Dead eyes still open in shock and rage . . . 

Cassandra breaks through the 

Chains of Bondage

Bursting through the prison cage

of his perverse desires

Casting off the rags of slavery . . . 

While Clytenmestra shudders

at the deed she chose in rage and horror

as

trembling hands drop the bloody ax

It clatters upon the stones of the palace floor;

her eyes clouded with terror 

at the blood-soaked horror before her - 

she looks upon his once-loved face

his blood now flowing in 

little rivers

between the 

stones of the palace floor . . . 

she smiles a bit, then turns away

and 

Clytemnestra

sings

again.

Last Monday

 

It was just 

Last Monday

(Wasn't it?)

You were riding your bike

down the sidewalk

just outside

the white picket fence

in front of our

Big Yellow House -

I miss you.