The Preacher still danced on the graves of the wicked
The wicked! The wicked did perish!
I told you all so! He danced and danced a round, spinning dance
The girl drew up as she watched,
the ground shifted, the preacher stumbled,
Sam threw out a warning arm
She pulled up to her full height, taller by much more than when they began
he noticed with astonishment.
The Preacher fell into the dust and rocks.
All the voiceless women, she whispered
the stoned, the burned, the buried, the raped
How do you know the wicked
Because they are gone! He howled from the ground
The howl danced from his lips and was caught up in a train whistle.
What was that?
The Goblins travel much faster.
Sam found a tin full of gas, surrounded
by skeletons with long fingered hands
Mad Max meets O. Henry
he grinned. We need a worthy receptacle.
It took hours but they found a sports car
low to the ground, fast he promised.
It roared to life cutting off every other
possible sound, she clutched the seat, the window
screaming like the demons from hell
She never moved this fast.
Sam yelled straight from his soul
They careened through the flat desert
in a more or less straight line.
Sound trailed behind them – 100 miles an hour
Took care of the next seven days, he grinned like a maniac.
Her heart was forever damaged
by all that speed. She just knew it.
Can we do it again?