The Ingurgitant
Thrice each sun
Electric flames dance on brazen rods surrounded by forked steel suspending rolled sheets of glass over a wooden plane attending to the ingurgitant.
Upon the plane, disks of stone contain the essence of earth, air and water that sustain life essential for the ingurgitant.
Polished metal adorns to be employed; silica chalices contain therein, the substance for hydration as lesser planes surround to hoist the ingurgitant.
Death lies on the disks, upon the plane, under the electric flame, surrounded by lesser planes; prepared for and devoured by the ingurgitant.
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The Bantering Welshman
M.S. Humphreys is The Bantering Welshman, an East Tennessee native, author, journalist, storyteller, marketing specialist, husband and step father. https://www.instagram.com/thebanteringwelshman/ and http://www.banteringwelshman.com
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