hemorrhaged

could stone fragments make an altar
lay them down, one on another
scrape an inscription of surrender
lay down my isaac, & not falter

raised hand, & no lamb will come
wasn’t the same when he laid his son
made my ishmael as faith didn’t become
are your eyes on this, your completion

scarred feet, from when i wandered as you led
a mountain that could’ve been salvation, instead
became the hill where i brought my dead
hemorrhaged before i laid down its head