TIAMAT

[soulping]

[There’s room for seven in this weather-worn hut, with seven chairs around a table long enough for seven people.

The center of the table is adorned with wooden jugs of water and wooden snack bowls. It’s primarily fruits and nuts, although there are a couple brimming with Unidentified Raw Meat.]

Comments

[hyanaimne]

It is very new to me. It does not even sound like poetry.

[poetlike]

It's kind of like poetry by people who can't write poetry.

[hyanaimne]

. . . ah.

It makes a bit more sense now.

[poetlike]

Yeah. Poetry is kind of high praise for something like this. I think it's meant to appeal to a wide audience, but I'm not sure...

[hyanaimne]

It does not appeal to me at all . . .

[poetlike]

Me neither. It just sounds strange.

[hyanaimne]

Quite strange, yes.