Seventh Sky

i am in a village with some priests

there sits in between us a black dog with a pus filled lump

there is nothing in site but mounds of mud

all of a sudden the priests have begun to clap in unison

theyre thumping their feet

and his years old lump just burst

there is a shower of pus

amidst the spectacle of prayer

of miracle

this black dog puts his tongue in a water bowl

the priests bathe him with saffron

and he runs and curls in the vast vast mud