Push it down deep
until it explodes the gut
And I, the lonely physician
have done many a surgery
on my own insides
collected the shrapnel from
inner cavities, soothed the
splayed flesh sliced like a
fish waiting to be burned then
consumed, devoured by
beasts bitter and violent,
restless against the
timid sounds of infants

And I, the weak child
am dissected, laid as a
sacrifice on Abram's altar
tied with ropes and yelling
yet silent in the cause