Thursday, October 16, 2014


Afterwards, we found Fufluns asleep in a barrel
And woke him, though with some difficulty.
He refused us point-blank. Yes, he was a god
Or had been one, but he was out of practice
And hadn't had a worshipper since the Etruscans.
The Baron coaxed him: " These day-gods need us;
Without me, they have no one with style,
No one who can make a battered hat and torn clothes
Look so cool. And -- believe me, brother --
We're going to need a god for alcoholics
Before all this is through."

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