The
Burgers of Tindalos
The
spell will be complete
when
fries are burnt on an iron griddle
under
the full moon
and
the sacred crimson
ointment
is spread upon the bodies
yea,
the entire bodies,
of
the faithful,
and
a virgin pickle is dismembered
and
consumed with relish,
only
then, with the proper incantations,
will
the Portal open
and
the Chëeseburger
(all
praise its name) return to us
from
the bowels of the cosmos.
Iä,
Iä, Chëeseburger!
Long
may it rule!
That
is not consumed which can yet return
and
in strange eons even hearts may burn
(The mad chef Cardius
Congestivus)
The
end
Apologies to H P Lovecraft & Frank Belknap Long
Brushfires, 2010
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