YaLHaK’s Garden of Neo-Sabbatian Verses

King Wu Wen presented me

            with a hundred tortoises.

I fed the flesh to a hundred beggars,

              and the shells I used for divination –

cast them into fire and read the cracks

               the fire made along their backs.

Nothing furthers, they said. Also,

               Every ending is a new beginning.

“Such nonsense!” I spat,

              and beheaded the cat.

But what can one expect from empty tortoise shells?

             Or old wise men like King Wu Wen?