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.