A Prayer [Sweet Spirit of Cesspool, hear a mother's prayer]

Sweet Spirit of Cesspool, hear a mother's prayer:
Her terrors pacify and offspring spare!
Upon Silurians alone let fall
(And God in Heaven have mercy on them all!)
The red revenges of your fragrant breath,
Hot with the flames invisible of death.
Sing in each nose a melody of smells,
And lead them snoutwise to their several hells!

poem by Ambrose Bierce
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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