‘Twas the Night Before Exodus

[Sarahestauffer]

My burner brother and I co wrote the following poem to capture an amazing moment at temple burn 2019. Enjoy!


Twas the Night Before Exodus

‘Twas the night of the temple burn
When all cross the playa
Not a base beat was playing
Not even the warrior maya.

All the burners were gathered
Round the temple to stare,
As the flames burned their sorrows, their grief and despair.

The art cars were circled, their brake lights all red,
As the hippies prepared many tears to be shed.

Sarah in her jumpsuit and me in my cap
Had just settled our brains
From a long playa nap.

When out of the blue there arose such a clatter. The soft sacred silence was promptly in tatters.

It was slappy and slippery and really quite gross,
In shock we both shuttered from our heads to our toes.

Matt slowly glanced sideways
He gave me a stare.
He thought it was me, I could tell by his glare

His suspicion was not a lark or a gaff.
I tend to fart often when friends make her laugh.

With my eyes open wide trying to talk with my pupils,
I yelled, “That wasn’t me. It sounds like a bugle!”

A moment passed
we were stoic with fear.
No acknowledgement came, he froze like a deer

We knew what came next, it had to be so
We laughed loud and giggled
Making it clear that we know.

And that is the story of the temple burn fart
It came from his ass but he did it with heart.

[lucky420]

I enjoyed that, thank you

[Just_Joe]

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