I cried hot deep
bitter tears – a sacrifice
upon your alter,
ravaged broken body,
cold marble against
warm skin – as I lay
weeping.
Degradation and
humiliation built
these walls
that hold me, but
I remember the
story of the Phoenix
and suddenly find
myself turned to ash.
Doves lift in flight
from silver tree limbs
where gods and demons
frolic, awaiting the
trial in court, where
an alabaster altar
still gleams – ready
for the next sacrifice
of bloody atonement.
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Marissa Colleen Mullins 
This is very deep and thought provoking. Love the word pictures you use 🙂
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Thanks so much Cindy. It’s a pleasure to have you read my work!Thanks:)
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Huh. Altars have been cropping up in my mind and poetry too. Just one more proof of the universality of specific expression.
Thanks for sharing this poem. And by God…keep writing! You have a gift.
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lovely marissa! thanks for sharing! here’s mine for this thursday.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/19/the-tears/
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Those alabaster alters represent so many things in times old and new. Here is my Thursday Poet’s Rally entry: http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/01/12/poetry-me/
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The story of the phoenix and the recent events leave a chill; let the new begin soon.
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