Psalm, a work-in-progress
needs work, but I'm too angry to revise right now...
Psalm
God said to Abraham: Kill someone's son,
take up a briar, bind him to a stone,
cut him open from throat to pubic bone.
This is our new covenant,
poured out on bitter sands,
no angel here to stay your hand.
Snatch up another, flense him with a flint,
shred and mince the flesh, see his sweet blood run
like honey, dark beneath the beaming sun.
This is our new covenant,
fed on vinegar and gall,
pinned against a tear-soaked wall.
Grab one more, crush him like a seed, dash brains
against these rocks, his guts for crow and beast,
twisted lips and tongue added to the feast.
This is our new covenant,
a cairn of bone and shell,
piled up beside a barren well.
Set another screaming in a pit, deep
enough to blot all light; fill it with a fire
and see everyone marvel at the pyre.
This is our new covenant,
you eager bridegrooms without sin,
your blood vows pissed into the wind,
now hold these silent ashes
until I come again.
©2025 F.Eifrig

As far as I am concerned, your anger is thoroughly justified.
As I often say,
“If you’re not outraged, you’re not paying attention!”