The Black Bat: Cantos XXXII-XXXVII
A Supernatural Baseball Epic
Harlie Radio image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA
The Black Bat: Cantos XXXII-XXXVII
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
XXXII
But on the walk-up, there astride,
Appeared a dapper, gray-haired gent,
Who with a stance of legs spread wide
Had blocked the way. Though old and bent,
He waved his silver-headed cane,
And ranted like a man insane:
“I am the owner, Milton Mull,
The Monarc…