They held you high and kissed your cheeks
and annointed you and chained silver
on your neck and tied an anklet
of leather around your leg
before they wrapped you in cloth.
Threads of it still hold color.
The sun shone on you that day.
They bound you in a high cave
with presents for some god.
The moon greeted them that night.
They sang and danced and prayed.
You were their icon, their sacrifice, their daughter.
They killed you.
Did you love them?