Saturday, April 13, 2024

The Priest and the Pitchfork Zombie

Priest
Torch
Pitchfork
Zombie moans
A clash of two species
Faith at a fever pitch, forks up
A scent of ascension dissipates forever
Blood, fire, and steel clash in dissonance; a shower of sparks, a spray of ichor; ARGH!

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2 comments:

  1. Jeff ShylukSunday, April 14, 2024 5:19:00 pm

    Earl
    I
    cannot
    tell a fib
    the faithful priest and
    the pitchfork zombie clash in your
    greatest sequential poem yet ending with an "ARGH!"

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  2. Earl J. WoodsMonday, April 15, 2024 8:48:00 pm

    This made me laugh--thanks, Jeff!

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