II: Sacrifice

Loved murderer I love you still,
though everyday you carelessly kill.
Ignoring everything I need
you feed on what I give.
And so we live.

Like the two sides of the helixes grown
so well together
they can't be finally parted,
we each day make our own events,
but we of two minds
are one-hearted.

My youth was slaughtered
burned by the fire that wasted her flesh.
The acid of her family
is my test.

Our past burns a tunnel through the air,
scattering perceptions,
and sends us shuddering to the poles.
Amidst such ringing, magnetic fires
we hear only what God desires
and what the pulses in our bodies know.