The Sand Devils
The Sand Devils
By Chris Commodore © 2008
In twilight’s television zone last night
I fancied serene sights deprived of light
As I dosed off on a worn-out chesterfield
Scenes from the Crucible my faculties did yield
The sounds I heard so violent and fowl
Were not the roars of hungry bear or owl
No mistaking them for that of barn or screech
I saw sand devils rant on Salem beach
They screamed and sang with fire in their eyes
Oh praise our king we thank him for his lies
And on the screen the movie Poltergeist
Was signing off the final scene and heist
Through the night they reveled, and they danced
Till early morning light they sang and pranced
Oh, hail to thee our great king Abercrombie!
Tonight, sand devils toast you openly
Right over there where nightly they convene
I grabbed my beads and rushed to intervene
I prayed: Oh Father, Holy Ghost and Son!
The TriUne Name soon had them on the run
Just then there was a rat-a-tat-tat-tat
I startled at what seemed a huge black rat
Twas Nellie slam-banged closed the open door
I jumped awake and I heard them no more.
About this poem
I sat in the lobby of a small inn in Salem Massachusetts watching the movie Poltergeist while waiting for a friend. The front door was ajar letting in what seems a strange atmosphere. As I sat there on an old worn-out Chesterfield sofa, I began dozing off in a strange and frightening dream. Suddenly a woman, perhaps a clerk dressed in what seemed like Aunt Jemima regalia, slammed the door closed and in the confusion I jumped up and out of my dream. Upon returning home to Boston that weekend, I tried to remember that experience in The Sand Devils. more »
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