sacrifice is a part of ancient religion

handing over the best of your produce

to your eternal enemies - 

first is time-decay and/or irrelevance,

 and the second is others

may I not have what I have wrought

may others have what I've wrought for myself

and with this much head-shrinking happens

the iron grip of survival loosens

on the mind

and we train our circuits

to not see tigers in all the bushes any more

and only then may we see and know 

that fragile gossamer joy

gushing with life and love

transcendent but fleeting 

so easily given to children

and late, late, too late we learn

we've only kept what we've given away