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Perched on a dead volcanic pile	A
Now charted as a submerged peak	B
Near to a moon washed coral isle	A
A hundred leagues from Mozambique	B
Three water witches of the East	C
Under the stimulus of rum	D
Decided that the hour had come	D
To hold a Saturnalian feast	C
In course of which they hoped to find	E
For their black art once and for all	F
The true effect of alcohol	G
Upon the cold aquatic mind	E
From two Phoenicians who were drowned	H
The witches three whose surnames ran	I
Lulu Ardath Maryan	I
Had by an incantation found	H
A cavern near the coast of Crete	J
And saw when they had entered in	I
A blacksmith with a dorsal fin	I
Whose double pectorals and webbed feet	J
Proved while his dusky shoulders swung	K
His breed to be of land and water	L
Last of great Neptune's stock that sprung	K
From Vulcan's union with his daughter	L
The sisters' terms accepted he	M
Together with his family	M
Left his native Cretan shore	N
To dig the witches' copper ore	N
Out of their sub aquaceous mines	O
In the distant Carolines	O
And forge a cauldron that might stand	P
Stationary and watertight	Q
A thousand cubits in its height	Q
Its width a thousand breadths as spanned	P
By the smith's gigantic hand	P
So that each fish however dry	R
Might have before the Feast was through	S
His own demonstrable supply	R
Of this Pan Oceanic brew	S
A thousand leagues or so away	T
Down the Pacific to Cape Horn	I
And Southwards from Magellan lay	T
A table land to which was borne	I
This cauldron from the Carolines	O
For here as well the sisters knew	S
The Spanish conquerors of Peru	S
Had stored their rich and ancient wines	O
About the time the English burst	U
Upon their galleons under Drake	V
Who sank or captured them to slake	V
A vast Elizabethan thirst	U
With pick and bar the Cretan tore	N
His way to the interior	L
Of every sunken ship whose hold	W
Had wines almost four centuries old	W
Upon the broad Magellan floors	O
Great passage way from West to East	C
Were also found more recent stores	O
The products of a stronger yeast	C
For twenty years or thereabout	C
The Bacchanals of Western nations	O
Scenting universal drought	C
Had searched the ocean to find out	C
The most secluded ports and stations	O
Where unmolested they might go	V
'To serve their god while here below '	X
With all the strength of their libations	O
So to the distant isles there sailed	C
In honour of the ivy god	C
Scores of log loaded ships that hailed	C
From Christiania to Cape Cod	C
With manifests entitled ham	Y
Corn beef molasses chamois milk	V
Cotton Irish linen silk	V
Pickles dynamite and jam	Y
And myriad substances whose form	Z
Dissolved into quite other freights	O
Beneath the magic of a storm	Z
That scattered them around the Straits	O
For this is what the blacksmith read	C
While raking up the ocean bed	C
Budweiser Guinness Schlitz in kegs	O
Square Face Gin and Gordon's Dry	R
O'Brien's Burke's and Johnny Begg's	O
Munich Bock and Seagram's Rye	R
Dewar's Hennessey's Star	A2
Glenlivet White Horse and Old Parr	A2
With Haig and Haig Canadian Club	B2
Jamaica Rum and other brands	O
Known to imbibers in all lands	O
That stock from Brewery or Pub	B2
All these the Cretan with the aid	C
Of his industrious progeny	M
Drew to the cauldron and there laid	C
By order of the witches three	M
The real foundation for the spree	M

E. J. Pratt

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