Argyle in Agony

Some sins Argyle couldn’t stomach much.

Sins against virgin girls and animals,

women bearing children, men gone blind

from all but self-abusive reasons gave him

stomach troubles, like over seasoned meat

he oughtn’t to have eaten, but he always did.

Some nights those evils woke him in his sleep,

gaseous and flatulent, bent over his puke bowl,

resolved again to draw the line somewhere,

to leave the dirty work to younger men,


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About the Author

Thomas Lynch is a writer and funeral director. He lives in Michigan and West Clare, Ireland.