Naked pink and ebony feet brush the slimy grass filled path Through the tea fields elephants retreat After a night of jaded mud bath
Armored with sack and gunny weight Enter the frost covered fields in drowsy rest Wake up the greens to a gentle fright And pluck under care of enchanting *******.
The supervisor mackintosh Walking with a bend and a toss Shout at those Cinderellas Who look for shoes and umbrellas Even before its time to knock off
The tin covered temple of olfactory auditory deity, the holy Garden tea The chanting enchanting to a coma hot mesmerizing wafts of aroma fills the air, capture the sense of all devotees who belong to the Orthodox commune TEA or CTC. The sirens bugle the devotees into fits They come in shifts for worship. The tender hearts freshly plucked before they attain mature Tea Spread to wither under a hell of a hot air with care. crushed and torn and curled, the souls are put into a purgatory rotary drum to pause to meditate on the ephemeral color change To cover the green with copper red Garment to ferment before being sent to the fluid fire dance To attire in black and retire in packages for a last plunge in to a boiling cauldron The finale Endgame A sacramental service, a self sacrifice to energize the tired souls In cups of tea..