Though I have never gazed on such a thing
with these eyes and lit
only with such illumination
as the imagination can provide...
It came to me,
Strolling through the bright and blinking afternoon
That a sight to see would be
a field, dark and moist
Feces as far as my imaginary eye would see
There are mountains where such things exist,
I have heard.
One such hill caught fire and burned.
The rancher, owner of said hill,
Could not put out this blaze.
The eternal flame of excrement.
He was chagrined
And others, just grinned.
I formed my opinion thus...
It's fine to have manure combust
But a smell like that... on campus?
Just not fair.