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Mt. Zion
Old nuns prattle speaking in tongue
mulling over god and devils, roll
stench of death climbs from floorboard creaks then croak
held under time
She the prayer pulled with might
ran out the ranks to circle file
Holy owned ointment twitching floor
eyes of large, mouth open
every syllable scripture, daring, old
Cowl embalmed
black and white
Sattan'as God
the never sents
hood wink in pride
She knew fervent
dips into the ether
true rapture
and the let down
of runners high
So in and out
She breathes Jesus
whilst left foot realism
baking her bread of ideals
God is born from another plank
Hallelujah, but She is spiritual
days grow long at the ends of things
one of high, tormented olden and crone
reaching up for easily converted truths
downtown 113 Mt. Zion rd.
mulling over god and devils, roll
stench of death climbs from floorboard creaks then croak
held under time
She the prayer pulled with might
ran out the ranks to circle file
Holy owned ointment twitching floor
eyes of large, mouth open
every syllable scripture, daring, old
Cowl embalmed
black and white
Sattan'as God
the never sents
hood wink in pride
She knew fervent
dips into the ether
true rapture
and the let down
of runners high
So in and out
She breathes Jesus
whilst left foot realism
baking her bread of ideals
God is born from another plank
Hallelujah, but She is spiritual
days grow long at the ends of things
one of high, tormented olden and crone
reaching up for easily converted truths
downtown 113 Mt. Zion rd.
Published 20th Feb 2020
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21st Feb 2020 11:01pm
Wonderfully articulate work, souldareatease. I could read this any number of times.
21st Feb 2020 11:11pm
