“Hear that smell!” he spat out
As if transfixed,
A phrase that sent our animal senses
Reeling while he slowly turned
That heavenly paschal lamb basted
Ever so gently with oregano and oil—
Such an orgy of taste, sight and smell!
But mum was the word when it came to
That smoldering pit of hell.
so when in Lindos this kid who was raising his pet goat
ReplyDelete(that he called Lamb Chop)
came over crying:
"they took Lamb Chop to the butcher."
in a few days Easter and the family was to eat Lamb Chop... slow-roasted
& prayed over ....
When entering the Greek city states I always take off my eremite's sandals. And where are they now, for believe I have entered a state of Synesthesia. And it was high time.
ReplyDeleteEd,
ReplyDeleteI kid you not—back then in Lindos (and the rest of Hellas), it was the Greeks who were sacrificing and not being sacrificed.
Tom,
So once a barefoot boy with cheek and now a stylite? I like your style. Tom!