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Blind Wanderers Kissed the Blood of Zekharya

The blind man caught a stranger's sleeve in the ruined street. He asked for Zekharya's stain, not bread. His mouth found warm dust.

Curated by Arthur · Told by Maggid ·
Table of Contents
  1. Take Me to the Blood
  2. Roll Us in It
  3. Lad and Elder on the Stones
  4. The Smell from the West
  5. Clothes No One Could Touch

The blind man put out both hands and caught a stranger's sleeve.

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"Take me to the blood," he said. "To the place where they killed Zekharya."

Around them the streets still held lad and elder on the stones, mixed without rank, as the day of wrath had left them (Lamentations 2:21). Sword-dead lay quiet. Hunger-dead still turned their faces toward the wall, as if food might come over it. The blind man did not ask for bread. He asked for the stain.

Someone led him. His feet found warm places in the dust. When they reached the courts where the prophet had been struck down for rebuking the people, he fell forward and pressed his mouth to the ground that would not stop speaking blood.

Take Me to the Blood

Zekharya had died inside the Temple precinct for words the city refused. His blood did not rest. It seethed. It waited. It answered only when slaughter enough had come to match the crime. By the time the walls fell, the city's catastrophe had become the payment the blood demanded, and still the place of the killing drew bodies.

The blind among the survivors cried out in the streets.

"Who will show us the place where they killed Zekharya?" they said. "We will go there. We will embrace him. We will kiss him."

Hands took theirs. They wandered until their mouths found the stain. They kissed until their garments were sullied, so that one could not touch them (Lamentations 4:14). The blind man kissed once. He kissed again, as if once were not enough to pay a debt. A boy with one good eye stood back and tasted metal without tasting blood.

Roll Us in It

Those who could not walk called from doorways of houses already empty.

"Bring us there," they said. "If we cannot walk to the blood, bring the blood's place under us. Roll us in it."

Helpers lifted them. They carried the lame across a street of mixed corpses and laid them down in the courts. Garments soaked through. No one could touch those clothes afterward without coming away red. The lame did not clean themselves. They treated the prophet's blood as the last holy thing left in a city that had killed its rebuker and then burned around the crime.

Young men who still had sight did not laugh. In a street full of mixed dead, kissing blood no longer looked stranger than dying for the scent of goats.

Lad and Elder on the Stones

Jeremiah had said the wrath would pour on infant and youth, man and woman, elder and those whose days were few (Jeremiah 6:11). The fulfillment lay under the wanderers' feet. The blind stepped over a child. The lame were carried past a grandfather. None of that sorted the ages. The street held them all.

The pilgrims of blood moved through a city already arranged as one indictment. They were Israelites trying to touch the first murder that made the later murders make a terrible kind of sense. If Zekharya's blood still seethed, then the siege had not been random. It had been an answer.

A woman who led the blind man wiped her hands on stone and still found red under her nails. She looked at the Temple's broken lines, then at the stain, then at the enemy camp, and she did not look at the camp again.

The Smell from the West

Those killed by the sword had finished dying. Hunger had not. In the first destruction the starving died from the scent of thistles the enemy cooked outside the wall. The smell drifted in. Bodies that had nothing left ruptured on a smell they could not reach (Lamentations 4:9).

In the later destruction there were no thistles. The enemy drove goats to the west of the city and roasted them there, so the wind would carry the meat over the stones. The scent infused the starving. They fell. They bled as if the field's produce itself had torn them open.

Evening came with that west-wind smell. The blood-kissers did not turn toward the wall. They stayed by the courts until their clothes stiffened.

Clothes No One Could Touch

When they rose, no one offered them clean cloaks. Touch itself had become a problem. A person could not take those garments in hand without coming away marked.

Night covered the streets. The seething, if it still seethed, did so under darkness. Someone spoke low that the prophet's blood had waited years for this answering death. The words did not comfort. They sounded like a door locking behind the city.

If the murder had called the siege, then every kiss on the stain was also a confession that the first blow had been local. The garments kept their stain into whatever exile waited beyond the gate.

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The texts behind this telling. Some cards carry a translation of the source; others are our own retelling of it, and each card says which. Every card links out to the original.

Eikhah Rabbah 4:17Eikhah Rabbah

Retold in our words. Read the original at the link below.The Sefaria Midrash Rabbah, 2022 · CC-BY

Eikhah Rabbah, the midrashic commentary on the book of Lamentations, gathers the grief of the destruction and reads each mournful verse as a window into a deeper account of the city's fall. This passage takes up the haunting line (Lamentations 4:14) "The blind wandered in the streets, having been sullied with blood, so that one could not touch their garments." The sages connect the bloodshed of Jerusalem to the murder of the prophet Zekharya, who was slain within the Temple courts for rebuking the people, and whose blood, according to the tradition, would not be stilled and went on seething until a vast slaughter answered for it.

The midrash then turns the prophet's blood into a measure of the people's strange devotion and despair. The blind among them, hearing of the place where Zekharya was killed, cry out that someone should guide them there so they might embrace and kiss the spot, fulfilling the words "the blind wandered in the streets, having been sullied with blood." The lame and disabled, unable to walk that far, ask instead that someone bring them to Zekharya's blood so they might roll in it, which the verse marks when it says "so that one could not touch their garments," for their clothes were soaked through. The reading transforms a description of horror into a portrait of a people drawn helplessly toward the very bloodguilt that sealed the city's doom, each phrase of the verse matched to a class of sufferer who lived out its meaning.

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Eikhah Rabbah 2:24Eikhah Rabbah

Retold in our words. Read the original at the link below.The Sefaria Midrash Rabbah, 2022 · CC-BY

Eikhah Rabbah is the classical midrash on the book of Lamentations, the scroll read on the ninth of Av that mourns the destruction of Jerusalem and its Temple. This passage takes up (Lamentations 2:21), "Lad and elder lay on the ground in the streets, my young women and my young men fell by the sword. You killed on the day of Your wrath, You slaughtered, had no compassion." The midrash dwells on the opening image of young and old alike struck down where they fell, lying together in the open streets of the ruined city.

To explain why the catastrophe spared no age, the sages reach back to the warning the prophet had given long before the fall. They cite (Jeremiah 6:11), where the prophet, overwhelmed, declares: "I am filled with the wrath of the Lord; I am too weary to contain it. Pour onto the baby in the street and onto the gathering of youths, for men and women alike will be captured, the elderly with those whose days are numbered." Jeremiah had foretold a judgment that would fall upon every generation at once, the infant in the street, the bands of young men, husbands and wives, the aged whose days were already few.

The midrash reads the verse in Lamentations as the fulfillment of that prophecy. Because Jeremiah had said the wrath would be poured upon the baby in the street and upon the gathering of youths, therefore in the day of destruction lad and elder truly "lay on the ground in the streets." The poet's lament is not a fresh complaint but the realization of a warning that had gone unheeded, the prophetic word made terribly literal in the streets of Jerusalem.

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Eikhah Rabbah 4:12Eikhah Rabbah

Retold in our words. Read the original at the link below.The Sefaria Midrash Rabbah, 2022 · CC-BY

Eikhah Rabbah, the midrash on Lamentations, expounds the verse, "Those killed by sword were better off than those killed by hunger, for those would bleed, ruptured from the produce of the field" (Lamentations 4:9). The plain sense is grim: death by the sword is swift, while death by famine is a slow wasting. The Sages press the strange phrase about being "ruptured from the produce of the field" and read into it the actual experience of the besieged in two destructions.

During the destruction of the First Temple, the midrash says, the starving of Jerusalem would die from the scent of thistles. The thistles growing wild had to be cooked a long while before they could be eaten at all. When the enemy outside the walls boiled them, the smell drifted into the city, and the famished, whose bodies had nothing left, would be undone by that aroma of food they could not reach. The longing itself killed them.

In the later destruction of the Second Temple, the midrash continues, there were no thistles to be had. What did the enemy do then? They brought goats and roasted them to the west of the city, so that the scent of roasting meat carried over the walls. The smell infused the starving residents, and they died of it, just as the verse said, "ruptured from the produce of the field." The Sages thus hear in a single line of Lamentations a precise and terrible portrait of how hunger, sharpened by the nearness of food, claimed those whom the sword had spared.

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