Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Original Jesters

"...Whispered vowels and sigils given form..."

Original Jesters

The rupture of sound
breathed over a cosmos

Whispered vowels
and sigils given form

It came from the high realms
and swallowed us whole

Between dusk and dawn
one blink resets the system’s signal

Big beast known as Moby
gut bigger than Galactus

While pondering about equitable shares
the giants stomp a healthy portion

Skin and bones are given
old rags and cake crumb morsels

Lamentations of Job in the bloodbath
took a cut in the nosedive

It’s all zeroes on the silver screen
snakes of six eyes, seven glands stroked

The passing of fear in silence
changing guard after running gauntlet

Into abyss with pearls of sorrow
left to the waves with their infinite wisdom

Hush now, humans, don’t dare fret
the mockingbird smirks at all you’ve wept

Not in vain nor with vanity
dance the peacock garb back to fashion







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Linda Imbler
09/23/2025
09:41:15 AM
Beautiful and magnificent write, Scott.
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