THE ANGLER ROSE...

"The angler rose, he took his rod,

He kneeled and made his prayers to God.

The living God sat overhead:

The angler tripped, the eels were fed."

-- Robt. Louis Stevenson

This poem is THE BEST ANSWER IMAGINABLE to the question mailed in by a land-surveyor operative WHO SHALL BE NAMELESS, struggling with the religious beliefs she was raised on near Ishpeming, MI. Yes, there are many gods, AND THE ONE WE ANSWER TO IS DAGON. Yes, Dagon answers all prayers, but SOMETIMES THE ANSWER IS "EELS."