On Several Platters

There with the sinners
With water as symbol
And a clear distinction
Between dark and light
Eluding to continuity and foreshadowing
There was the story of the child
Carrying the wood on his back
To the place where he was to be slaughtered
But dedication paid off
And no one was directly injured
Then there’s the one
About the final sacrifice
Which all sins are funneled through
A mechanism I am less aware of

It was the worship of false idols
That seemingly became the last straw

None of this effected our brunch
The spread was well received
And we served our pride
On several platters
And shared our love and respect
In small bowls and dishes

Under the weather
I watched the hunt from overhead
Some sneakiness and deceit
All friendly
All welcome amongst the elders
In another few years
There may be two hunts
I don’t think the current hunters
Will ever relent or relinquish
Their annual game

Calming down
Is always fun
After successfully completing
A gathering
No one was hurt
In the making of our day
Although I don’t know about the baskets and food dye
Tensions were high at times
But those involved sacrificed
So that we could all have
A piece of the pie
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3.24.08