The Ritual of Rising

by C.L. Liedekev

Burn the ladders first,
ash cast into the dust below,
the dust becomes daughters
and sons. Gardens are grown
in the empty. Saviors
lost in the ancient chores,
choreography as prayer.
What rises never returns.
Sacrifice has its own language.
The old born into that tribe first.
Born to breathe the smoke,
the sky as ocean,
as an unnamed father,
it’s face slack, alone,
watching the others slump down
on the altar, on altar after altar,
as far as belief will carry the wind.
As far as the wind will carry
the fragrance of rot.

C.L. Liedekev is a writer/propagandist who lives in Conshohocken, PA. He attended most of his life and all of his college in New Jersey. His work has been published in Open Skies Quarterly, The Literatus, River Heron Review, The Red Hibiscus, Impspired, and Rye Whiskey Review. Sally Lelong is a visual storyteller working in a variety of media that lend themselves to use in a conceptual framework. She lives and works in New York, and routinely exhibits her work in a variety of settings from print to thematic installations to street art.

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