Stanley Carter Poet Free verse

Cancellated Accursements

Banul had a knack for annoying others,
thanks to a fractious face – 
a smile guised as a grimace,
a grimace guised as a scowl,
a mouth left ajar when it should’ve been shut,
full of wrongful words

And Kashy and Est’bel and Tur’int and Lorenth,
each equally annoyed,
vowed to lay him low,
and lit black candles
in uneven rows

They knew each other not,
and worked their spells in separate lairs,
unbeknownst,
unleashing bucket-loads of badness
upon Banul’s greasy, unkempt head

But the bad tidal tidings of the witchly wave
overwhelmed the helm and washed away,
as the deluge dampened down, drowning
out itself,
canceling the curses,
as wrathful wraiths and spiteful spirits
collided in mid-aether,
and the imps imploded
as the nags scolded,
and the bad vibes didn’t jibe,
vexing the hexing
and refluxing the refractions
of the worrisome wavelengths,
weakening the wreaking wrathful bath

And the exoskeletal ectoplasm
of the shucked-off shades
created cast-off cloaks
cleansed of cursory conjurations

And Banul slipped into these
garnished garments,
warding off the chill,
and found uses for his bruises,
spawning scar tissue
tough as the leather armor owned
by warriors of yore

And the bay leaves he bought
at the grocery store and
scattered around his house
maybe helped a little

And Banul survived somehow
and soldiered on –
there by the grace –
and vowed to keep a straighter face

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