Unholy Communion

The holy man stands in his pulpit

and calls out to his congregation

that they cannot wait to turn to God

because it will then be too late,

and his forgiveness forgotten,

their souls tied to the hounds of hell

that unceasingly bite at naked heels,

and drag them down below with

wounds that will never heal.

The righteous shall inherit

what's left of the earth,

while they will just die of thirst

unquenched by sacred blood,

the divine body left untouched,

these damned folk left unfed,

and starving in an eternal void.

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Jon Stainsby

Sun 14th Apr 2019 10:35

Thank you, Jane

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Jane Briganti

Sat 13th Apr 2019 16:03

Intense Jon...I felt every word. Well done!

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Jon Stainsby

Thu 11th Apr 2019 20:53

Thank you Keith, Graham and Steven for the comments, and Desmond and Mona for the likes.

Graham, yours to make of it what you will.

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keith jeffries

Thu 11th Apr 2019 20:32

Jon,

As soon as I began to read this poem I was sitting in a pew. I donĀ“t think I am saved. Enjoyed the poem.

Thanks
Keith

steven arthur

Thu 11th Apr 2019 11:14

excellent imagery jon

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Graham Parker

Thu 11th Apr 2019 10:30

I'm hoping I sense a large amount of reversing the position in this work. I like the subtlety of the twist.

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