Early Signs
The tribe was arguing amongst themselves.
While they were thus engaged
a nearby bush burst into flame.
“That bush is on fire.” Said a watchful elder.
The tribe grunted acknowledgement,
for it was indeed a burning bush.
“Piss on it,” another suggested. –
so they did.
Naturally the discovery of fire
was much delayed, and is it any wonder
that after Moses,
God
retreated into a puzzled silence.
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