Making Myth

In the night
a Bandit breaks open a pantry full & fine
eats everything including the bovine 
steals the wine
but still needs a lifeline 
to wash off the crime

Sees an old cat walking lame 
& finds himself someone to blame
‘Quick! There is a tiger in your midst’
‘come gather all & pound your fists’
‘to help chase this long tale’

The Altar boy is first to come see
the damage, the intrigue & has to agree
that a ferocious tiger had come done this
& runs off to tell the sleeping Mistress 
who can’t bother to look
just opens her mouth & swallows the hook

& by first light it’s too late
the tiger had slipped out the gate
leaving the blame 
cause it’s heavy to harbour shame
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