Fiscal Shrike Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Fiscal Shrike



Dressed in his tuxedo black
and white the priestly undertaker shrike
uplifts his charges on a shriek
or fits them neatly in a coffin crack.

Though fiery sermons burn in his throat
in the pulpit of the mimosa tree
where he loudly proclaims his piety,
nowhere in all the lushness does a single woodnote
decry the flowering church’s cold debauchery.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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