Some love attributing sacredness --
places beyond place,
times beyond time,
the infinite
the infinitesimal.
But anything elevated
to the sacred
becomes a thing
for which
people will kill
or
die.
Often, people don't
make this reckoning
until the dying 's done:
-death for a sign
-death for a symbol
-death for a chunk of dead earth
-death for a vaguely evaluated idea
The agents of sanctification
will kill us all.
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