Sacrifice is not a word.
Not made for delivery,
Not emphatic,
Not a flag that seems full and alive when the wind blows through.
Not puffed up.

Sacrifice is what you do.

An innoculation of catastrophe,
Or a gift for grievance.

It is a sinkhole that we stomp at the edges,
An avalanche we shout into being,

Not knowing
but believing

This is the best.

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