would be piously placed
on the forum in the kitchen
creamy milk poured into it's wooden belly:
The lid secured and as darkness fell
The weekly battering began!
A mighty battle ensued
man against an unknown science
as blow after blow
rained down on innocent cream:
Battered bruised and pummeted
I could imagine it's cry
"Why? What have I done to deserve such?"
"Why me?"
Neighbours who chanced the way
were conscripted and gently coerced:
Lured by long tradition, to partake in the lynching!
Yes there were lapses in the Liturgy.
The lid removed:
Sunlight penetrating the battle ground
Observations made and taste buds sated!
and for a brief moment
the cream dared breathe again
But all in vain as the slaughter resumed:
until at last the lovely liquid died
and all was still and breathless in the kitchen:
Awaiting the miracle ..I'm told
For lo and behold!
A transformation!
The butter beamed inside.
And yes .. I must admit
even the buttermilk was sweet a while.
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