Alas, Our Teeth are Set on Edge!

Why should our fathers eat sour grapes, but the children's teeth set on edge?...

…“Yet ye say, The way of the Lord is not equal. Hear now, O [GHANA]; Is not my way equal? are not your ways unequal?” [Eze 18:25].

An incubator full of cockatrice eggs but only one breaks out. Feeble in desertion it could not bite any but arouse fears of looming execration.

Leviathan strode over the fortress into Oxford Street, and we were only haunted by our shadows as the street emptied itself. It swung its tail as if to cast down a third part of the stars of heaven but that was brutally severed and sundered into mincemeat. Leviathan fled across the fortress back into the deep, tailless.

A dragon is dispatched and makes a fiery appearance. Just like Phinehas dealt with the adulterous Israelites and the Moabite women, thanks to Balaam's curse, it is skewered with a javelin from its head to tail.

Fly the ostrich does not but what is this big black bird, spirit of wotan, flying very low on this nation only being breathlessly pursued by a pig, that was sleeping on a sleeping dragon only to be awoken by the awakening dragon?

The beach! The beach! The beach! Military armoured tanks firing onto the deep as they float across past the beach.

Miles and miles of birds lined up in military formation on the beach with their long wide beaks open towards Heaven. Fish fall from the skies straight into their throats as they swallow effortlessly. Tomorrow about the same time their beaks hang low. A white bird feeds a black feather with a big fish that chokes the throat. The ravenous rest await the rapine of the great soul harvest but when, o when?

Crabs! Crabs! Crabs! Backward ever, forward never, being tossed onto the beach by the tidal waves. Luminous lightening consumes them as they cross the faultline; I hear the sound of cracking carapace and pincers in the jaws of the luminous light. A black cat awaits them across the road starring calmly at their abortive landing.

Two fireballs shoot down from the sky: Obituary—a big fish with a coin in its mouth and a fair son fall. How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle and the weapons of war perished!

…for those who have ears…