Aurochs to Zorra

Lapidate

Lapidate


On this day in June,
stones point the way to town,
a Brigadoon that once each year
celebrates its madness here.

In gladness all, both high and low,
gather ’gether to the square
to join the lottery today,
their town event that welcomes
no one but the blood
that built this town with stones,
shed for it in stones.

First, for the honor,
the family … chosen,
then the one who wins the prize.
Eyes glisten as the first stone flies
and hits the face that bleeds today.

Blood sacrifice, renewal in the stones
that point to tombs where deep in sleep
rest those who through the centuries
were blest beneath this bloodstone sun,
this solstice day in June.


© Kåre enga

lapidate: to pelt with stones, to stone to death.