Chain Poem
by Felix P. Fojas
Handle this poem with care
And leave no sense unturned,
See what creeping nuances
Hide beneath each mossy word.
Touch the shape of its sound,
Hear the sound of its shape;
Make yourself truly worthy
To receive the poem’s blessing.
X, a young executive,
Read this poem recklessly and
Was struck down by lightning.
Y, a grass widow, crumpled
This poem for not rhyming
And was murdered in her sleep.
By now you know that this chain
Poem can cast a deadly curse.
Make seven copies and send
Posthaste to your enemies.
