This is (I hate to admit it) a fan-poem. It's based on the graphic novel Preacher by Garth Ennis, which is narrowly better than Transmetropolitan due to the fact that certain people in Transmetropolitan worship at the Church of Ennis. This poem is currently a work in progress, only one stanza out of who-knows-how-many, so I'll be posting more to it (and moving it to the top of the list) every time I add something. It's currently building from the inside out, it seems.

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Preacher

Cassidy stops, contemplating
fire and a hundred years
turned ash at the touch
of fingers against sunlight.
The coffee isn’t worth it.

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