 
 Aztec Sacrificeby Michael Heinich
 

              A stone dagger flashes in the sun.
              The bloody rites have begun.
              
                   All the priests are soon taking part.
                   As hands grip the living beating heart.
              
              Rivers of blood begin to flow.
              A deep green fog begins to grow.
              
                   The massed worshippers quickly fall back,
                   As the fog slowly seeps out of a large crack.
              
              The fog is quick to begin its feeding,
              On the body laying there bleeding.
              
                   Then after the fog has finished its role,
                   It disappears back into its hole.

             
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                    Copyright (c) 1988 Michael Heinich
 
