into luxurious white ash that night,
and the heat they generated
as they gave up the ghost
had buffeted his B-san as if the air itself
had grabbed them by the lapels.
His nostrils had never recovered
from the scent of over-done bacon,
and he asked why he had been assigned
the role
of angry Yahweh.
"It's a mystery
known only to Him", came
the sage response,
and he was at rest,
knowing that the crab boil
in the canal
was not his fault.
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