“Odor of Sanctity”

HJN, Clay.

HJN, Clay.

Odor of Sanctity
James Mansfield Nichols

The body is detritus wrested free
From the last-minute clutch of agony.
The mortal launchpad of a soul now lies
Charred by the life’s fierce burn, the prey of flies.
The faithful fight for one shred of the foul
Infested holy bed, in lamentation.
A lucky few handle with adoration
The final black deposit of the bowel.

[Copyright (c) 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.]

About JMN

I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.
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