Mummy Dust

"There will be hell to pay!"
 
I heard him shout out  
shaking the rafters so...

 dust drifted down  
 into my gaping mouth  
 the taste of old whiskey  

as avarice
greets my dry tongue  
like scorched flesh
standing to close to fire
 
"There will be hell to pay!"
 
blackbirds sing from their pulpits  
craved oak benches giving me splinters  
whilst I lull my days in the chapel  
those scriptures that they speak  
becomes gibberish in my ears  
 
mummy dust settles,from the trestle  
drifts from up above
into the golden goblet  
drink it in, the sweet nectar  
excuses become wafer thin  
 
 
"There will be hell to pay!"
 
The Rosenbergs scream loudly  
as they are sentenced to ride the lightening  
treason was their crime...
 
then makes me wonder, the gavel
must of like sounded thunder  
when the judge passed sentence on them  
did it shake the foundations, cause dust to drift  
on their parched lips in the courtroom  
 
Or did he just say sod it all....
 
"But there will be hell to pay!"