dance of moons
night shadows whirl music
to the sky
feast of the right stars
the Door gapes
sacrifice moans
cold stone inhales crimson
exhales the abyss
hunger looms
bony fingers net
the devout and squeeze
lights and bullhorns: “freeze”
the cops look up
skeleton reaps flesh
God's garment screams
with many voices
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