Deviants before they died
and dangerous beyond the grave
their departing spirits and/or maledictions blocked
by rock before they were consigned
to shit-dark squelch by
The Controllers on an isle
which had supposedly been Christian
for two hundred years. Father and son,
perhaps, or unwanted Itinerants,
blasphemers, maybe, or incestuous male lovers,
believers in a Golden Dawn,
or the Jamaican Jehovah's Witnesses of their time
whose spirits, words and practices
could not be allowed to spawn.
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