Season of Sacrifice

Season of Sacrifice

I heard the usual warnings of my mother
as I headed out 
Be careful 
But I was young 
Knew how to take care of myself
Indestructible 
Untouchable 
Confident 
Me

There were the usual nods and greetings 
To those I knew as I made my way into the park 
I could smell the freshly turned earth as I entered 
Last thing I'd truly remember of that night with joy
This was the season of rebirth
So a crucifixion was needed first
A sacrifice, to find resurrection

They said there was blood everywhere
Beaten nearly to death 
No memory of it at all
Just whispers of the  stench of stolen dignity 
permeating that of pine and elm  

My mother cried, Not my baby

Justice was demanded
My mother cried, Why my baby?

Confessions of the sacrilege
How's my baby?

No true witnesses of my blood letting and tears
Save
My
Baby 

Convicted and sentenced were the silhouettes of demons 
Then came the true darkness to shed light 
Matias Reyes

He 
Had raped her
He
Had beaten her, left her for dead
As he'd done before

He had slit the throat of not just one lamb that night
because that's not what butchers do 
Five were sacrificed 
so that he might feast on one

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central_Park_Jogger_case

http://www.pbs.org/kenburns/centralparkfive/

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