The Shell Collector
Some swear they have seen
the Shell Collector’s figure
in the distant mountains,
but others fiercely dispute this,
some grieve over his departure,
others claim he is a traitor.
2012 february issue, bredren and sistren, written word | 1 comment read on
The Lovers
Repent, said the billboards at street corners and lights up and down the city. Repent. We shaded our eyes from the glare of the word. We pulled our straw hats and tams and fedoras down over our secret failings. We could not look each other in the eye, afraid our secrets would be seen in the shadows of green and hazel, brown and black flecks in our irises.
Every morning a different group staked out the city center, yelling at drivers to save themselves. Handing out leaflets that announced the truth. And the horror that awaited us if we lived without it.
On a morning in December, the leaflets pictured the Bird Boy, and beneath it the words “What is not of God is of the Devil”.
