And a shriek was heard

And the flowers of blood

Began to drip blood

And all the flowers

Began to drip blood

And the enormous crowd

Came to collect the blood

And all things dripped blood

And the sun grew red and dark

And a little boy walked beneath it

And the sky cleared and became bright

After it dripped blood

And it became pure and turned blue

And a great golden goblet adorned

With leaves and flowers of gold

Larger than all the sky

Filled to its lips with blood

And dripped blood.

And a golden goblet adorned

With leaves and flowers of gold

To show that the top was full

Dripping blood from its rim.

—Yona Wallach