Nathan J.D.L. Rowark is a poet and horror novelist from London, England. His works include over fifty poems and stories published in various e-zines, anthologies, and magazines since his return as a storyteller in 2010. He is the founder of Horrified Press (horrifiedpress.wordpress.com), and hopes to help publicise some of the great new stars working in modern horror today.
Return Fair
Nathan J.D.L. Rowark
Carried along on an excrement’s flume, the corpse of dear William left its tomb,
floating away by a tributary stance, to be righted once more and regain a lost stance.
Hitting the crest of a sewer built wave, without ticking pulse or a heartbeat to save,
last rights of passage dissolved in the hume, of a thick oozing liquid, his bones to consume.
Slipped from the graveyard, then stolen away, the earth was found willing to give William his day.
A chemical sludge from pipe fractured nearby, that had hole in its tunnel for a gentleman’s eye,
found worms passage teeming from a miscreant deed, as a cellular wriggled collective agreed,
the unjust of internments need turn on its head, so a constable’s murder could be forgotten instead.
Moulded in structure, yet weak from decay, three hundred years of mystery began to melt away,
until a fusion’s symphony, unnatural in its end, rose up the banished legacy of an England to defend.
Surveying self most vigorously, a thief taker replaced, arms and legs peculiar, from grotesque feet embraced,
William rose to greet the dawn, for the bell tower ring of his penitence cried. “I am fairly returned,” he remembered, “for no longer have I died.”
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