Monday, March 23, 2015


No one quite knows how Baba Yaga
Crept in among the gods, but there she is
Ask her and she will say she has simply
Returned to her former station
After her long spell as a sorceress.
"It ain't uncommon among us gods, " she says,
To spend a life or two down with the mortals;
It improves the breed, you know." She leers
Companionably and puffs at the clay pipe
Clenched between her horrible teeth.
Her carnivorous chicken-legged house
Used to snort when she said such things
But she has lately bought its silence
With shining promises of aluminum siding.

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