Gut Feelings?
I can read omens in entrails
of cockerels I sacrifice.
my inner vision seldom fails.
I am the local Haruspice.
Although you may not understand
the message that I give to you.
I must do as the Gods command
as I am bound by oath to do.
The Gods enjoy their little jest.
They make their messages obscure.
Although I always try my best.
There is no way I can be sure
The message I relay to you
is the one I am supposed to.
Saturday,11 September 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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