The Mormonion Troll Poem by Radhica Laukaran

Sifting through pungent poems pitched,
your assegais skate off armour and shield
impotent as Smith's talismanic magic.
Those false words are nets cast to sea
pulling an ocean of inert pages
strewn on the beach.
Where did they go,
those promising years
that entered the mind from nowhere
naked and raw like Adam
surreal and unperturbed as spirits
that turn up in haunting phrases?
There stood the serpent, tongue forking
fire and cunning far too cagey,
too volatile, my blade too blunt.

So I'm compelled to slip gently
from that travesty
and let you twist away.
Perhaps other poets could whisk the words,
Hear the stories and bang-out with a gong.