The Journey


Twenty years we burned no bread
The leaven flame snared our child
And when I held the cup of crumbs
Gathered then left this full moon
Meant to burn in morning's fire
I remembered--custom blindly led
Innocence lured, evil filed
Despite death's arid drums
Enaisling her at whitened noon
Screams from the sudden pyre
Did not reach us it was said
Twenty years we burned no bread

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