Monkey Song

O-Ee-Yah! Eoh-Ah!
O-Ee-Yah! Eoh-Ah!
O-Ee-Yah! Eoh-Ah!
O-Ee-Yah! Eoh-Ah!

Guards chant.
The monkey priests process, swinging censors.
I look up at my friend, high up, hanging there.
Sun hurts my eyes.
Incense feels like bugs under my skin.
Greenman bleeds away, fertilizes arid land, dried up rivers.
Meat is butchered, doled out.
Pass it to me!
I want my share! Mine!
Smell of roasting meat, mouth waters.
The others, they glare at me, holding their skewers at the pit,
while I, starved, chew raw blessed flesh.
For another year, I will live.
Next year, it will be my turn.


Nota bene: Wizard of Oz, 1939: winkie guard chant
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0032138/faq#.2.1.4