Wild Acolyte by Jenny Beldame
Wild Acolyte Jenny Beldame If my body is a temple I am its priestI will offer it the strongest grainsmy grandfathers did not farm the landfor me to starveI will pluck the ripest, juiciest fruitsand serve them in golden bowlsto this bodymy mothers did not give me a full bellyfor me to remain barrenFor this temple I will sacrifice the fattest calvesmy uncles did not drive the steersfor my bones to require a scaffoldI shall wash this temple in abundant florafrom verdant forestsmy aunts did not teach the medicinesfor me to fall ill This temple will glisten with fragrant oilsfrom the lushest…
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