‘Adjust’
‘How? ’
‘To all sorts of pain
Sufferings and deprivations:
And
Continuous as in ever-increase
Leave the rest to the brain’
Rattled the skeletons
Yet their heads they nodded
‘Ah’ said the Monsignor
And ceased.
Then continued the Monsignor:
‘When the devils knock
Let the door greet them ever’
There was thunder
For I saw the hanging
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death