the doom slinger 1

stoop shouldered
emaciated
bat wings
flapping
in a
gentle
cold nights
breeze
while
trembling hands
rolled
an
incurable
cigarette

Satan
ignited
the
carcinogenic
cigarette
from a
candle's
eternal
flame's
hex eye

Satan
knew to a
dark silhouette
illumination
was wasted
enlightenment
yet he
queitly
held
the
candle
vigil

tears
of
lost hope
coursed
down
Satan's
burnt
leather baked on bone
cheeks
from
deep opaque eyes
as the
candles flame
gazed
disrespectfully
upon
his
cursed face

Satan's
fancy pistol
lay dead
on the
unconsecrated
alley's
ash and dust
ground
silent
as a
shadow

Yahweh
staggered
into the
candles
hex flame
eye
breathing raggedly
His
grey robe
was holed
and
light stained
in
three places
one
in the gut
two
in the chest
dropping
his
pistol
Yahweh
collapsed
into the
alley's
ash and dust

Satan
stooped to retrieve
his
fancy pistol
tosing
the
candle
snuffing
out the
flame
the
betraying memories
in a
sludge
of
tears
ash and dust


Satan's
breaking
crackling
voice
quipped
" thanks for the light
ol' friend"

Satan
stood for a aeon
or so
peering
into
the alley's
cataclysmic
infinity
with a
slack jaw expression
suggesting
he
was not
relishing
what he
foresaw

Satan
stoop shouldered
emaciated
bat wings flapping
in a
gentle
cold nights breeze
as if
somebeing
had pushed through them
emerged
out of the alley
turning right
he
ambled
down
the main street
that snaked
between
cold stone buildings
darkened
and
locked
their use
at an
end
waiting
impassively
for
another
beginning of sorts

three
buildings
down
there was
a
drowning trough
outside
a
blood stained
sinderblock
church
where a
shiny moon golden
mare
Satan called
Selene
hung over
the town's church
she
looked at
Satan
as he
approached
relief
in her
big red eclipsed eyes

Selene snorted
softly
as satan
stroked her
hind quarter
causing
the mare
to dip
so he could
mount
his
Selene
who rosed
then
backed up
turned
towards the town’s
exit
and
started to ebb
into the
waste
carrying Satan
asleep
in her
cradle

© by bg 2021

7 thoughts on “the doom slinger 1

    • wasn’t that what he wrote on his christmas card to the Bengalis with his concern for Gandhi’s health. regardless of the mouth it is attributed from ,it’s not bad advice . needs a few clauses added on however.🙂

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