An Elysian blunder was how it began;

a careless spark spewed over heaven’s brim

and shrubbery was ablaze in heathen/land.

The worst part was the humorless witness:

flock-boys were bothersome with time

to watch and wonder and suspect more.

Since original fire could not consume…

merely entice and dazzle and show,

improvisation was called for, so I AM

assigned an asinine, too/big quest, enough

to quiver and quail a shepherd’s lust

to tell and brag of what he had witnessed.

We know how that turned out.