Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

The Drowned Man
Anonymous
A mountainous range stood before the calm drowned man
Where the size of the pitchfork was all that matters
Hearken to thy wing as salaciousness overcomes thee
Crooked smiles were appeased as the heads rolled along the blank tiled floor
Briefly, the drowned man clawed at the door--he knew his love awaited behind
Sinking for deliberating immediately done
As Ceres's heart melted at the sight of the dead.
Even as he flees, the drowned man turns to see the pillory chasing him into the sanctuary
Frolicking for foul fun, dead, strangle a woman's purse instead.


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