this week in Hell

gird thyself&wade
the hallow places, look
they come(!

’tis the morning light they drink
in a fellowship of rafters
stumblebum

to the evening sow the downs

lay what last
fitly sleep

&dream the seraphim made them weep

His ab is a gold rib
and the lice
are licking faith

“oh kill,
oh kill all mercies for their sake”

were there, were are
now
&thusly swore there from
there will always be

a sword
to fall upon

© Emerys Watchel, 2019 All rights reserved.

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2 thoughts on “this week in Hell

    1. i prefer to leave room for the readers imagination to inhabit a poem, to give it life, where possible. i find that if i can see myself in a poem, it makes it feel more real. i try to emmulate that.
      thank you for the comment

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