The Black Bat: Cantos LXXXIV-XC
A Supernatural Baseball Epic
Harlie Radio image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA
The Black Bat: Cantos LXXXIV-XC
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
LXXXIV
The keening spirit clutched her head
With hands that were long wisps of smoke,
Her jaw it dropped, as if a thread
Had somewhere in her being broke.
Then out her mouth there rose a cry
That froze the planets in the sky.
It cowed the crowd, that chilling soun…