Meeting the Demand
The demand isn’t made with words.
We know it’s time for another sacrifice
when the flowers begin to wilt
and the snow stops melting,
when the birds become aggressive
and healthy neighbors become sick.
We put on our best dresses and play music,
as if dancing in the square will make us forget
the loss our town is about to witness—
the rate of loss our town maintains
in attempt to satisfy the monster in the dark.
The monster pretends to care.
After the cheerful funeral,
our town will thrive again
for a time.
But, for some, it is only survival.
For some, it is one sacrifice closer to their own.
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