Blood pancakes

I asked myself,


I really have another

serving of pancakes?



I had already finished

three helpings, and

though I was dining

at an eat-all-you-can

pancake restaurant,

I still felt I might be

over-doing it.


So, I asked God

for a sign.

Any sign at all.


O’ My Lord, should I avail myself of one more helping

of the eat-all-you-can pancake offer?


Just then,

I heard the crackle of

the diner’s over-head

television set, as it

suddenly turned on,

and then, the

urgent news report:


Mining disaster in Asia!

Many feared dead.

Hundreds more missing …


So, yeh, I had another

serving of pancakes.

But I did not feel good

about it