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Mary Black
Christopher
Hivner
Mary, Mary
quite dead,
a corpse
more beautiful
than any other,
gathered with
rose petals
and a slip
of incense smoke
for the trip
to beyond.
Mary, Mary
as I take
your cold hand
into mine,
remember my touch
and the song
in my voice,
take them
with you
to hell.
Mary, Mary
burn, burn
in the fires
of the underworld
for the bodies
you desecrated
and the families
you butchered.
Mary, Mary
you burned black
pile of bones
and rank smell,
this is goodbye
from the world
you hated,
say hello
to your master
and tell him
to stay in hell
or we’ll burn him too.
Christopher
Hivner calls south central Pennsylvania in the United States
home. He writes short stories (mostly horror and humor) and poetry (speculative and non-speculative)
His most recent book is Dark Oceans of Divinity (horror/dark
fantasy poems) (Cyberwit.net)
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