Ode To Wasner

Deep in the recesses of
Your freaked out simple
Minds and along brittle
Shaken spines, lives
Wasner

He creeps in and out of
Those blessed dark
Immortal places knowing
Full well he'll never get his
Rightful due credit

Most folks refuse to pass
Under those looming blacked
Out doors to pay first hand
Witness to his oh so wonderful,
Beautiful mayhem

Terrified that Wasner lives
There still, these thoughts
Seems childishly absurd

The others though they come in
Drones to pay homage to the
FX man Wasner

G. Williams

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