Friday, September 27, 2013

The Sacrifice by Heather Dube

I was there watching
he lifted the knife high
and sighed
my chest was heaving
heart pounding
like cattle hooves
as they stampede
into father's kraal
I was terrified
he held the knife high
chanting like a mad man
he got into a trance like frenzy
of a possessed man
with one stab
the cow fell
blood spilt
the ancestors were fed