God’s Work and Devil’s Tools

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cremationHe hasn’t slept for days.
Sweeps the floors relentlessly.
Trying to get up all the ash,
But always misses some.

At night he’s hard at work
Disassembling,
Dismembering,
Taking apart
The worst parts of his city

He’s doing God’s work
With the devil’s tools.
Knows it’s the right thing
Done the wrong way.

But it doesn’t stop.
From drug dealers,
To pedophiles,
To rapist,
To crooked cops,
There’s just no end.

So he works.
Culling evil,
Stoking death in the fires,
And sweeping.
Always sweeping.

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About St Basil Z Fish

Curator of the strange and incredibly awkward. A rambling writer with the misguided notion he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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