Boanerges

They howl these
Preachers, manic
In their streets, seeing
Seeing beyond
Bearing in their
Hearts the
Terrible burden of the
Lord the thunder
And lightning flash, the
Awful rod - scream
They do at us
Profanity in limb
And brain, blind
Deaf and dumb creatures
Scurrying - their
Giant forms tower above us
Housed in
Filth and rags in
Small-statured
Being - the soul within
Vast and billowing -
Boanerges
Crying to the
Four winds.

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