Reverend Jack

It's early morning on the hill
At a good pace comes Jack
An imposing figure walking tall
With a 50-gallon backpack
A load out ready for deployment
Something heavy on his conscience
And a lot more on his back
Self-proclaimed and known as
the Reverend
A zealot on autopilot
Preaches and tries to convert
A hell of a lot
Among the lost souls and the walking dead
He is a beacon of the Church of misery,
mercy and forgiveness
Spewing religious quotes and anecdotes
From a Bible most will use only at the bitter end
He is always picking up and inspecting something he sees on the ground
that shines only in his mind
At sixty-five, he is still looking for a treasure that he will never find