PoetrySub 8

Aloft in the Badlands

Evil Editor, Savior or Predator,
who can ever know?

He glides with avian grace
over the novel landscape,
swoops in low reconnaissance
above barren plot-holes
devoid of any nuance;

sprinkles the bleached bones
of skeletal characters with
the holy water of his blue words,
a toxic healing often tangled
as scattered entrails; and

diving with deadly accuracy
upon ripe and rancid foolscap
left rotting in the gulches
of query land, he feasts
upon the fetid lifeblood
and shares the unholy communion
with us.

Evil Editor, Savior or Predator,
maybe he is both.

-- Meri