The Walking Table (A Poem-Shortstory) Sri Lanka Practise Poem by Floy Dy Ra Aka Floyd Floydson

A table came in
with only three legs
was hold oblique
by flat hands
slowly pressed
in balance
walked on two legs
everywhere through
followed by a crowd
of two-hundred-and-two

To drive out
the evil
out of the room
and to find
which faces glow
and the thief
in the gloom

A holy old man
silver-haired
small and thin
made a smelling fire
with some herb
and was using
unknown words

Now the one
stolen from
was requested
to put his hand
flat on the table
refracted

Like a dog
now the table was
on someones track
to search for the things
and for taken
them back

Three hours
we walked
through the jungle
through houses
and fields
to find
a stolen
bundle

At least nearly
everything
was found
at last
the police
came around
they took
the thieves
in prison
only
a little
was miss´n