ste. samantha

STE. SAMANTHA & STE. HELENA

A lyrical and allegorical poem and oratorio

By Izzy Ess of Silliness

Samantha Cedar was intact.  The train wreck at the junction of the greater highways of the edge of Hamilton, Ontario, killed an hundred twenty people while Samantha slept in her big berth in sleeping car, 9999, which was derailed, but upright in the field of corn.  She dreamt so lovingly of Heaven and its Angels playing harps and flitting here and there.  The other passengers were dining in the dining car, or smoking in the smoking car, or drinking in the drinking car, or looking out the windows in the VISTA car, those being, 9971, 9956, 9955 and 9145.  Their thoughts were centered on some envy, greed, lust, sloth, strong anger, gluttony and pride.  The engineers and firemen were inside the diesel engines and were completely vapourized when they struck, head-on, at some higher speeds than were advise-ed, eh?  Recovering the two black boxes did reveal that all four men were listening to modern Rap on stations set by manufacturers of diesel engines.  When searching for the mind-readers, investigators found the boxes quite intact and were surprised at the consistency of thinking patterns, which were analyzed by Russians, experts in the field of ESP.  Some fear and anger were detected in the engine mechanisms.  Only Sam had love and tenderness, forgiveness and some sacrificial thoughts to rid the world of sin, like Jesus, friend and Savior of Samantha had.  At trial, in Burlington, Ontario, Samantha was accused of Witchcraft.  Tests were positive; the judge had ordered drowning.  Sam just sputtered once or twice and came up smiling.  The sentence handed down was burning at the stake, like Joan of Arc.  Her ashes were sequestered and taken to the top of Ste. Helena and dropped in the smoldering abyss.  The heretofore quite quiet mountain suddenly erupted, spewing ashes over everyone in Washington, smothering some twenty thousand innocents whose sin was quite original.  Bill gates and his whole family were killed when shudders from the mountain quake, and aftershocks, split open under his grand house.  This story is quite allegoric and is not a fact that was recorded in all histories, except for mine.  I am the Lucifer that’s mentioned in the Pentateuch.  My wife is Lilith, a beautiful hermaphrodite.  The both of us are crimson and have quite mobile pointy lengthy tails; we’ve been around for most millennia.  I was created by the Universal God of Israel while Lilith was created by the Babylonians beside the Eden Gardens, twixt the Tigress and Euphrates Rivers.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

August 10, 2013