Supplication

Stab my baby in the head,

oh Editor,

carve and masticate

my offspring in your name.

Wield your knife with

mercy and precision that the

death may be quick,

the blood profuse enough to

stain my hands so they

will never wash. Thus

I can never forget

my trespass on your

high sensibilities, and

my work upon your

next sacrifice may be

touched by the brutal,

necessary red.