Ok- things have been insane. Sick kids, sick wife, sick self … I’ve also been super swamped with wonderful responsibilities in the fields of art and poetry. Beowulf: The Midgard Horrors is being worked on. I’m sorry this is late, but I wanted to share something on Flash Fiction Saturday. It’s brief and humorous. Until next week, happy writing!
Ode to a Mortuary Stench
Amusingly, the wizard watched on.
Passing underneath the cemetery, several
Comments were made, or complaints rather,
About the mortuary.
Some skeleton remarked on an inarticulate
Stench permeating the entire premises.
A slightly decaying carcass chimed in
With her own perception on the entire
Anger began to fester amongst the worm-ridden
Bodies, boiling to a point of contention.
Voices grew louder and louder until at last
I silenced them.
“The smell, and further more the need for the
Smell”, I began, “stems almost entirely from and
For one reason only:”
Every eye, or hollow socket, turned upon my
Freshly blushed skin, full of formaldehyde.
The dead anxiously awaited the cathartic
Revelation I eagerly bestowed upon them.
“We’re corpses. Corpses rot and stink.”
Then the wizard waved his wand,
And we all fell limp.
James Matthew Byers resides in Wellington, Alabama with his wife, kids, a dog named after an elf, and two tortoises. He has been published in poetry journals and through Jacksonville State University in Jacksonville, AL, where he received his Master’s in 2010. His epic poem, Beowulf: The Midgard Epic, is out now from Stitched Smile Publications, LLC. He also has a short story featured in their upcoming release, Unleashed: Monsters Vs. Zombies. Recently, three of his poems won Prose’s weekly challenge.
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