The Ex-Checker of the Disconsolate, poetry by Harrison Fisher at Spillwords.com

The Ex-Checker of the Disconsolate

The Ex-Checker of the Disconsolate

written by: Harrison Fisher

 

His job, his calling had been to look in on
very sad people and raise them a bit,

but, in the home version of the game
“A Christmas Carol,” the last words
are uttered by a querulous Tiny Tim,
whose mutinous body has affected his mind—

he holds the stem of his goblet
of warm water in place on the table,
hissing to the rest of the stricken Cratchits,
“Death bless us all, every one.”

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