Monday, October 17, 2011

3288. OMAHA THEATER

OMAHA THEATER
They were still holding the
branding irons in their
tumultuous hands; iron men,
fellows with sizzling arms.
The stench was awful - a
foul reek of burned flesh
punctuated by the calls
and groans of the anguished
animals. A cruel fest, a fight
by fire to name the herd
and brand the beast.
Callow-hearted fellows,
to say the least, just
stood around, laughing.

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