The Obverse Equivalent
The dark cathedral shivers
Misshapen, elemental forms traverse the spotlit clearing
In which the candles' pallor
Warms fifty chickens' livers
Which we'll pound into a potion to help the hard of hearing
and give the caitiff valour
For such is our vocation
Apothecary to the legion of the lost and misbegotten
Who never reached Valhalla
But underwent stagnation
Something here in Denmark is really rather rotten
Sang Manuel da Falla ...
| Contributors: | Roland, Glider, loaf, Apsley, Beefy, fester, petit pain. |
| Poem finished: | 21st August 2002. |