The Second Coming, Chapter II

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Baal
a ghoul 
holds an awl 
and outside
the owls 
hoot away

the awl's pressure
in wood rests
firm and all's well
that ends oil
in the bottom of the well

sawdust churns onto the floor
an unexpected verb
some rust, a savage sharpening
of stakes
taken to 
you
know
who

crickets chirp
outside a rickety
chair, rocking,
blown by the wind

taken too far
cradle endlessly shaken
in a room overlooking
a lawn

a glass of water waits

and before the awns
are withdrawn on mainstreet
ripples slightly undu
late to the party

hold on 
to your pants
kids.

we're going
to have
a crucifiction.