Will Oceans Devour the Unforeseen Goats?
The rains had not come that year
Once-fertile soils had turned to dust
The parched earth blistered
A cracked and lifeless crust
And so, the People asked the Shaman,
What sacrifices should we make?
"A virgin and two goats,
And half a pound of hake"
Three goats were found, one pure as snow,
A second grey, the third one soiled.
But hake did not abound
Most virgins had been spoiled.
The villagers began to fret
There seemed no sign of hope
But then stepped forth the Shaman
And stood high upon a slope
"Forget the goats and virgin, I--"
Made a small mistake
I misunderstood the spirits
"They do not care for hake"
| Contributors: | Nym, poet, Kansas Sam, Beefy, td, tonedeaf, Francine, Francine (hi, all), Anon., Nym (hi all). |
| Poem finished: | 26th July 2003. |