Sacrifice

Sacrifice
By Michael Esmay

I am the hallow man,
Stuffed with sin of every color
Twisted and folded, divided and broken,
A sacrifice to the altar
Of a god that we named Nothing.
A callous and turgid thing
This one that we call Nothing,
That we fed in our fear and our loss and hope,
That we poured in so much we can no longer flee.
We gave in to this prophet
We are now so thin,
Stretched into ages and eons and onward,
Upwards of all in beyond
That we now lie upon a pedestal,
So tall and thinly built
That no breeze can topple this edifice
That weight made strangely wilt.
I said I was the hallow man,
Stuffed with every kind of vice
And eaten from within,
But I alone in this rot and waste
And would collapse to make it so
That no other can take my place.