King Midas
Let us celebrate
sacrifice your fattened cows
harvest your richest fruit
serve us at your table
for without us you are poor
naked we roamed the universe
the burning desert
revealed mirages
we
poor women and men of all hue
know the source of abundance
we are your teachers
teach us to speak your language
to read and write your way
your history and art
your scientific method
that we may speak of this abundance
in your language
for you will never understand ours
but first
let us make merry
and consecrate our marriage
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