04-09-2022, 10:25 AM
In Miss Laurie's parlor,
I dug a trench about a cubit square
and began to sacrifice the sheep.
Spirits began to appear
wandered to and fro,
watching the dark blood pour into the pit.
We heard the sound of a piano
and I heard a great moaning.
Persephone turned to me
as I made my way along to the President.
Lincoln said: “You may stand alongside while she plays the piano.”
Mrs. Laurie's daughter was whispering
in a dark corner with dead youths and old men,
brides newly perished, soldiers
in their bloody uniforms of blue and gray.
She played another tune
while I had speech with the President,
promising him the finest jet-black sheep of my flock.
He nodded to verify that the payment was accepted.
On the banks of the parlor
we wandered in conversation,
while I caught hold of the spirits,
laid them by the trench,
and then as quick set them free to drink.
Drinking, they might hear the words of the President.
Lincoln, sitting on the instrument,
beat time while the tune played on
and the ghosts approached.
All assembled,
Persephone ended her song.
Lincoln then spoke,
but in the tongue of Angels,
which no human can translate.
I dug a trench about a cubit square
and began to sacrifice the sheep.
Spirits began to appear
wandered to and fro,
watching the dark blood pour into the pit.
We heard the sound of a piano
and I heard a great moaning.
Persephone turned to me
as I made my way along to the President.
Lincoln said: “You may stand alongside while she plays the piano.”
Mrs. Laurie's daughter was whispering
in a dark corner with dead youths and old men,
brides newly perished, soldiers
in their bloody uniforms of blue and gray.
She played another tune
while I had speech with the President,
promising him the finest jet-black sheep of my flock.
He nodded to verify that the payment was accepted.
On the banks of the parlor
we wandered in conversation,
while I caught hold of the spirits,
laid them by the trench,
and then as quick set them free to drink.
Drinking, they might hear the words of the President.
Lincoln, sitting on the instrument,
beat time while the tune played on
and the ghosts approached.
All assembled,
Persephone ended her song.
Lincoln then spoke,
but in the tongue of Angels,
which no human can translate.