First Poetry Prize Winner - Summer 2013

is Nan Beeson

of Granada Hills, California

“DAY OF THE LORD”

(Ode to Satan)

Oh, Satan, Mighty King of Tyrus, sitting so haughtily upon thy

crumbling rock of Tyre. Dost thou not know there art someone

mightier than thou?

Hast thou forgotten the majestic Queen of Babylon; the mighty

whore who consumed babies while waning in their mothers’ wombs?

Hast thou forgotten she wert falsely sanctified before thy

sperm cocooned in her womb?

Dos’t thou not comprehend this immoral dastardly Queen was both

the filthy conceiver and conceived?

Birthed from her egg from which thou emerged, thou shalt

boomerang into her contaminated womb, slithering filthily back

into it like a quivering, sniveling earthworm.

A fertile egg once falsely glorified with thy vile and venomous

fangs will lie dead and buried in the ground with its burnished

and shattered shell reviewing the illusion thou cast upon this

world for centuries.

Dost thou not know t’was from her womb thou wert cast for

wanting to share her crown; her imbecilic son who thought he

could overtake her majestic rule and sit on her thrown?

Thou need not snivel any longer, oh, mighty king of the thunder world,

for thou shalt get thy just reward cowering in the pit,

watching her hovering above the consuming flames like a fledgling

just hatched from its shell and drowning in its own yolk as are you.

Upon thy demise, the world shall know why the reek of thee

was so intense, for there is nothing more putrid than the stench of