The Storm

God was humping a goat
whilst, oblivious, the peasants toiled
in their little fields.

A passion of thunder exploded
in the hills. Beads of perspiration
dripped from the weather-

worn brows as backs were bent
harder to the task. God and the goat
parted company as the storm broke

and the peasants took shelter in the hedge.

Richard Juckes

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