stink weed in bloom
bogs with heavy muck
clandestine swampy nights
creaky abandoned bridges
swollen carcusses on deserted roads
the smell of abundant landfills
across moonlit meadows
lady trolls
the wartier the better
dank musty containers left out
in the ditch too long
discarded furniture soaked with
blood and maggots
near some mystery meat nailed up
against a dead oak tree
these are Idols of a Troll.........
(written Jan 28,2005215pm)