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Raven's Eschatology | |
Raven, not To put too fine a point on it, Was starving. That was when he saw, Wavering in the haze, The striped awning Of God's butcher's shop. He stood at the window And drooled, his saliva sizzling On the hot tarmac. Inside he could see God honing a cleaver On a worn leather strop. God smiled, fat as a blown beachball In his blue and white apron. The slab was strewn with joints Hacked from the offspring of the Ark, As pretty a heap of limp carrion As Raven ever saw, Glistening red on the smooth marble. (But there was one animal missing). Raven uttered a single squawk of delight. His eye misted red And, faint from hunger, He flapped over the threshold. Suddenly, in the cool and shade of the shop, He remembered he was penniless. Too poor to pay&mdash He swooped. There was a brief bloody flurry Of black wings, red meat, and a steel blade. And then stillness. Shaking down his feathers all round, Raven began to peck at the fresh, Faintly steaming, Flesh of God. |
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