sacrificed

gifts exchanged
are passing the piece
of life we lack
and beg or bless
and claim the least
we can accomplish

precious feasts
are bread that can slice
apart our body
whole in fragments
fraught with enough
unleashed by ourselves

spilt mercies
are friends who will thrive
upon the pulse
outpoured and drained
to quench the most
that will not die

the due process
of vital signs