The Mysteries (a poem)

   After the plague-laden bug bit the king, his kingdom waned,
his towers crumbled, his treasures were ravaged, the princeling was torn in half, and the bug
didn't live long either. 

  A displaced scallop stands naked at the gate of Heaven, saying,
"The hand of John the Baptist took my house that I, the simple-minded,
built to live in."

And the mute Earth for aeons grinds its shining crystals no one finds.

~ Lou P. Rogers