©1998 by Robert James Berry
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THE SACRIFICE
Robert James Berry
At grim midsummer earth opens a carious mouth
The stonecircles are cold for sacrifice
Then we gather in one guttural tongue
Kneel silent as the sun rises over the motherland
Shadow sticks its dried blood to the long barrows
Splashes the shattered stones
After the rain
We will plant the gourd shaved and washed in the warm peat
Tug the bled shadow to the fen
and stand as one
Watching the rough husk
slide under the brown water
Priests calling the harvest.
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