The Good place

The Golden Peacock Sari

I think he lied to you.
I think it's impossible, it from a loom.
I think the gods were pulled down by his grit.
I think he asked for the power to trap sunlight.

I think he swam to the Caribbeans.
I think he returned, unimpressed of the sunbeams.
I think he went to the Scandinavian fjords.
I think there were too many green.

I think he was returning home disappointed.
I think he saw the Malyali backwaters.
I think he followed them to the salt waters.
I think 'twas the perfect yellow, credit to the anointed.

I think he was careful not to vibrate the Earth.
I think the surface needed to be sans froth.
I think it was perfect, that firth.
I think that's where he dipped the raw cloth.

I think he lied to you, that shopkeeper.
I think it's impossible, birthing it from a loom.
I think that he thought you wouldn't believe him.
I think that Sari is the proof of benevolence,
just as you