The Paper Altar

Here is a fine altar beautiful icons occupy a special place The gods are drawn with many a priceless color Gleaming gold and shimmering silver Brilliant greens and calm blues lively reds and vibrant yellows simply divine but no offerings are given to them the sound of the sistra and symbols are quiet the sweet-sounded hymns are never sung no smoke from incense graces the icons no food is found near the statues no candles or lamps burn on the shrine no water or wine fill the libation bowl a damn shame