Sunday, October 28, 2012


Then there are the devils.
There are always more than one
and they are not the same as the demons.
They kill wherever they go,
no one is spared. They are
the devils who sup on power.
They find you in the grave and rip
your flesh from your bones,
they rend so even dead your agony
has no end. They are inside.
Demons are outside.
Drusilla wondered what to say
after Pearl told her all
she needed to know: Be careful, but don’t
skip a breath or let one pass by
without reaching with your heart.
Drusilla went off and prayed.
She knew the words you need.
They are in no language you know
that doesn’t come from half your mother.

(28 October 2012)

copyright 2012 by Floyce Alexander

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