Tribal Recall

Between the branches and the stream,
I spied the steps...

The cracked and ruined steps,
Leading to an esplanade
Crowded round with celebrants
Feasting on the lunar night.

Stars were lined up in the sky
Between the sights of windows high
In towers astronomical.

Then we wore our plumage light
And danced in circles rhythmical.
The central fire would flare up bright,
Casting shadows on bare skin.

Sacrifice was not our sin;
We did not cut the throats of kin.
But in the valley to the east,
Blood gods claimed both man and beast.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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