The Righteous Hoaxer

Sofia Demopolos


Our house was built on the bones of sinful giants,
Pre-flood infidels who never learned to tread,
Who, like heathens, hurled stones and sticks at the ark’s
empty frame
And debauched the days away until the rain.

In shallow graves they ossified
Until our shovels found them.

Here lyeth Goliath
Whom David slew
Before he knew Bathsheba. 
We dragged him out from beneath the floor
And made a fortune off him.