8.Whaling Stories
Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set
Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet
Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows clean
God's alive inside a movie! watch the silver screen!
Rum was served to all the traitors; pygmies held themselves in
check
Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors
crept
Six bells struck, the pot was boiling - soup spilled out on
passers-by
Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by god on high
Lightning struck out - fire and brimstone! boiling oil and
shrieking steam!
Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the scene
Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seen
Nothing called (not name nor number) - echo stormed its final
scream
Daybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted
clean
Windows peeped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides
gleam
Shalimar, the trumpets chorused, angels wholly all shall take
Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see
their wake
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