The Black Bat: Cantos CXXIII-CXXIX

A Supernatural Baseball Epic

Harlie Radio image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

The Black Bat: Cantos CXXIII-CXXIX

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

CXXIII

Onto the field had Chewy leapt,
With in his hands the Blessèd’s box,
In which the good ball would be kept,
At rest behind its brass-bound locks.
But something made his head careen:
First smoking billows he had seen.
The first exhaust of Dancer’s shroud,
W…