Go Forth, I

Having fed you a glut from diminished plates, decayed chunks from long-dead mad cows, vegetables bearing poisonous pips, fruits possessed by invisible worms, discreetly, yet not very discreetly, prepared in a faecal, steaming pit in the ground, where squalid vermin taunt the sweaty cook with shrieks of sneering laughter, and much of the offering is retrieved from the plates of earlier peasants (quite likely you'll not even notice), they'll take back some of your coins, both the valuable and quite worthless, and prepare further diminished plates. Perhaps they'll send your pained, corrupted flesh, which you believe to be quite sound, to fight blunderingly on the planes a looming, villainous champion, and from a safe distance rain down on him with slings and arrows before he kills you but only after he's broken your bones. They will yet rationally sacrifice your purity as the daughters of Lot, expendable for just cause. 24th March 2005