Preacher Man

the crazy preacher man

he speaks

to me

I and the crowd

hypnotised

confused

and squinting

his shadow stands

before the sun

his silver words

are slivering

forth from ancient nets

fisher of men

gathering

it may be so

maybe it was

ever so

and so

some say

it may well

ever be

yet know ye this

that nothing new

shall ever stand

against the sun

and speak as He

*

by Gail

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