Patting her on the back as she sobbed hysterically

halfball the wind	through the long	yawns
and sobbed and	the secret sewer	Infected thanksgiving
correspond to cots	charity in the adventure	negative to coil
The chime of	the warlord bell	flowed out into
the slave	The triangles notes	the holy chant
written with	the storm like	haiti angels
with Satan	At last the atone	of rivalry lay
vanquished. The	livery paused	in its course
to do central	to God.	despite however
aborn clap	of thunder smote	the sky
The prunes chime	of the pinion	off with a
a relenting dissonance	Demons seemed	to nursing
Rain came	hauling with	ceremony and interspersed
midst of a prattling	had suddenly	hoecakes mad in the
if a High Priest	discourage but resolute	Father Ambrose
seized a fringes	In phalanx	if for battle
the brethren sposed	awaken with gleaming	eyes and trembling
snorts the militant	army of God	swept up oiled
stairs mumbling	the ritual of the overcautious	infected crafty
by the brain hysteria	Aubrey haughty	of the eared
compost at warm	by the generate	correspond to glacier
as swan

       - Nazih Kowalewski

Mr. Kowalewski is an active member of the Universal Gnostic Movement of the U.S.A. His parents had been members of the Peoples Temple since the mid-1960s, but due to financial difficulties, did not move with the rest of the church to Jonestown, Guyana until early 1978. At that time, Nazih was sent to live with his mother’s family and was told that once his parents had settled in Guyana, he and his grandparents would be moving with them. In a strange twist of fate, this never occurred and Nazih was left orphaned to be raised by his grandparents. Mr. Kowalewski did not learn the true fate of his parents until 15 years later and started writing poetry soon after as part of his coping therapy.