Zamomotrom Speaks

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

My name is translated as the summoner of all crows

Zamomotrom

The keeper of old pagan secrets and all things known

I hide here in the middle of Megargorsa 

Just beyond the Mars orbit 

And send out from my hidden castles and keeps  

My flocks to find the chosen few 

To come to me 

Before they can join St Peters's many long queues 

For my flocks shall carry them over land and sea 

To my portal in The Great In-Between

Where I'll welcome them in 

With open arms

Into a new sense of well being

I'll give them a stunning black and white room

Filled with so many playthings

They'll never want to leave

In one of my many Palaces 

Already filled with lost souls

So they too can wander around 

Grieving

Screaming

Pining and smiling 

While all the time addicted like their old itch 

Facebook or Twitter and peeking at their obsolete life 

Through my many Scrying Mirrors

For killers

Saints

Singers 

Losers and winners

All those who passed through my golden gates and red pillars

Particularly the beginners

I take them all

Atom by atom 

While they get soul drunk on their sorrow after they respond 

When they hear my call

For I am Zamomotrom

The father and mother of all things 

Living under my Black Sun

So be it

Copyright John Duffy