Hold The Gentle Demon
Hold The Gentle Demon
Don't go sadlessly, hold
the gentle demon whose eyes
wrap around light like jungle plant life,
whose tongue is serrated,
whose old man ear lobes know
the sound of hungry bellies humming,
the sound of dust in a small Mexican church.
Ignore him
and his thorny thighs will open wide
and his bull‑headed hard‑on
will split your chest and eat heart meat.