Offering

they tell me i was born from the ashes in the valley of Hinnom

from the flames in the stomach of the idol of Moloch

there they found me screaming at the sky

sinewy umbilical still waving in the wind

i have dreams of things i should not know

orange flames and oily smoke screams of children 

and the smell of cooking meat

frightened they have tried to burn me with their furious focus

but by birthright i am immune to fire

last night another cow was born with extra limbs

flowers grow here with heads conjoined

so they are bearing me back to the alter of my birth

before the dagger wielding priest

a woman from the edge of the village comes to me weeping

she kisses my forehead and smooths my hair

they ask for last words so i say

i only hope this helps