Monday, March 7, 2016

7892. BY THE COMING OF THE SARACENS

BY THE COMING 
OF THE SARACENS
I do not care about anything, and this is
not the name of a band. There are gallows
now in everyone's backyard, erected by
a mandatory edict. We just watch them
for any activity  -  each neighborhood
now has an appointed marshall.
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Infractions of even the silliest quality can
cause you death, and these gallows are
for ease and efficiency. The old colonial
churchyard at the Episcopal church
down by the Elks hall has been put
back into use. There are wagons,
and mounds of dirt everywhere.

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