Parrali Grams

Parrali Grams


Mactoess was the first
to notice
two suns in the sky,
one the dog star of the other.

Rapidly he mixed a clay pot
of blue bleabl,
stirring it 1,000 times
until it became crimson creavl.

Pouring the mix
into the quartz uptinar,
he flicked gorgeous globs
from his long fingers.

"Great Sainas!" he cried,
"Do not allow the shadow brother
to predge his sibling!"

For it was the sacred season of Arypt,
and the bright orange semis was ripe,
hanging fat in the fields,
awaiting harvest.

"Blind the Dog,
rezhip the Cur!"
Mactoess demanded,
flinging his rainbow wingatec
at an indifferent sky.

Glenn Buttkus December 2008