Once again, guess what this poem is about. Your prize is having read my poetry. You get nothing else.
People slowly poured into my house,
Seven of our fold in total.
Each one setting garnished boxes in the hallway,
And joining me at the table.
When all had gathered round,
They began to chant ceremoniously and repetitively,
Until suddenly there was silence,
And we cut into the object we circled.
We devoured our share of this morsel,
Ravenously and ferociously,
As if this were our last meal,
And we swallowed down a frozen white substance as well.
As we recovered from this feast,
We withdrew to the courtyard,
Lining up,
Bat in hand.
I was first to swing,
At the poor beast hanging there.
Skin was not broken until the fourth person,
And we all dived to collect its droppings.
We stayed up all night,
Dining on its entrails,
Until at 6 A.M.,
We had all passed out.
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