Preacher said
That humpbacked beast called sin
Waits just at the edge of sight.
If you turn your back
He’s on you, just like that green slime thing
We saw on the midnight movie that time.
Preacher said
You got to pray and pray and pray some more
Pray for the armor and the sword
Pray for the strength to prevail.
Well I think I saw that old beast just yesterday
Out back in Mama’s garden.
Under shadows by the willow tree
Come twilight
I squeezed my eyes up sideways
And I saw him.
Decked out just like Sunday in Preacher’s tail coat
Even had a Bible flapping in the wind
Wrapping arms around Mama
Til Pappy came round the bend
Of the old post road.
Behind the Scenes: The narrator of this little poem speaks in the accents of the Appalachian coal mining towns where my parents grew up -- and the Bad Preacher character also features in several other stories and poems.
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Jean McKinney
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