THE SACRIFICE
Robert James Berry

'Grownup,' by Jim Davis-Rosenthal



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.



©1998 by Robert James Berry

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