Word Poem

The stone wall of the cathedral curved around the narrow path
as the welders employed their pick axes
to cut the crumbling wood
that was filched from the hospitals barely full wood bin.

The hostel volunteer at the hospital
tried to be the rescuer and stop the lawless welders
but his moral was bruised
and the welders rummaged through the rubble.

The welders sutured shut the mouth of the volunteer.
This ruse allowed them to stall
before they threw the band saw at the emasculate
jerk who's cornea was sliced off by the saw.

The welders decided to release the pot of stew
in order to pass by the steward who spent too long processing the scene
and did not notify the police of the spill-over
of salted chive stew.

Eventually the hospital was a gravesite
with tongues protruding from the mouths of scarlet colored people
covered in contusions and bruises.
The welders ran back to the cathedral.