She pulled out a god.
She pulled out these three
Things from this boy's throat:
Wool. The poor. Chastity.
Together they gave her
Opportunity for ecstasy,
The divine communion.
She shaved all her hair,
Wore only horns
And a loincloth, transforming
Herself from a woman
Into an animal capable
Of diving the future.
It did not please her.
It did not give her pleasure.
She knew herself
A part of the things
That must end, again and again,
And found her magic
Insufficient to save the boy,
Herself, belief, the god.
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