Devil's Walking Stick Poem by C.R. Blazo
Devil's Walking Stick
Lean on me with putrid weight
As you've done so much
Crooked and forlorn
Brittle but strong
While thorny to the touch
Impailing, leaving divots
Shifting side to side
Billowing claims are seething
Fathers and patricide
Wrinkled, cankerous, gangley arms
To sight like pelican's pouches
Swoop down from overhead
Picking up the one who slouches
Dangling bells on Jester's hats
Reflect the eye of the Jester
The art of man is disassembled
Their ruptured thoughts will fester
Through the sharp, broken teeth
All of us shall pass
Everybody has drank the hemlock
Find us under the grass.
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4/16/2024 4:41:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What in interesting concept that I never really thought of - a devil's walking stick. I like how you write from it's point of view. Very creative :)