APOCRYPHA (A POEM)

One Sunday as a child, I sat in church listening to our pastor deliver a sermon on the Last Judgement. Being a kid with an active imagination, I envisioned angels using TVs to show sinners our sins.

In the Anglo-Saxon tradition of poetry, poets used cadence rather than rhyme to weave their spell. These poets used alliteration to drive the beat of their spoken words. Being a fan of Anglo-Saxon poetry, I have tried to tried to do the same.

And yes, the afterlife is cordless.

 

Apocrypha
by Kent Gutschke

Naked I watch white-robed angels wheel massive TVs through colossal white rooms.

No fire. No brimstone. No cords.

Then an angel flips a switch and a hum follows the click and whirling forth from hidden folds of Time and Space, my sins lie twisting like holographic snakes.

 

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