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\nmy brother\u2019s vineyard. Nothing remained.
\nMy\u00a0stag, prepared upon my altar
\nremained untouched, undesired.
\nGod\u2019s glory radiated from his golden hair.
\nThe dragon the drives me swelled within.
\nYou have nothing. For him, the world.<\/em>
\nMy verdant scales sprouted from
\nmy pores, spread from neck to toe,
\nmy fingers wrapped my spear and
\nskewered him upon his altar,
\nburned his flesh as sacrifice.
\nThe scent drew the Lord God to
\nthis grove. He knelt by the altar
\nto savor the meal I prepared. His
\nnostrils flared. \u201cWhere is your brother?\u201d
\n\u201cDid you task me to tend him?\u201d
\nI spit the words like venom.
\nHis finger brushed against my scales.
\nMy scales split open, fell away at my feet.
\nThe Lord turned his back to me.
\nI collapsed before my brother\u2019s
\ncorpse and wept. In the morning
\nI walked into the woods,
\ncovered my body in leaves,
\ntook root in the soil and stayed,
\nfrozen in time, a sacrifice to
\nbring forth his rebirth in the spring.<\/p>\n