in juno jubilo

solstice came

a flaccid flame

the sticky fevered

beast of blame

limp and lame

with crop to claim

the singularity

of shame

a man was made

of such brocade

within its gut

a child was laid

prayers conveyed

lust displayed

they'd sing the sun

a serenade

they danced, entwined

left sense behind

a sensual tango

depth defined

fates consigned

ye gods, be kind

the torch came forth

their faith outlined

burn, they said

the air turned red

fire cleanses

all that's dead

with ashes spread

where raindrops tread

the moon's platoon

put down its head

solstice went

a summer spent

praying for

what's heaven sent

such torment

such deep descent

such sacrifice

for nothing's scent...