DEAR DEVIL

Dark Night; my soul is unyielding

It cares of no disdain, hell’s gift

Nor the evil to seduce my heart

To play your cards on earthly altars

Or dine widow’s thighs in cold nights

When goose bumps thrills me down

Or let my sanctuary lie in dirt

Perpetrated in your temples of deceit

Or wine the night in rocking pleasures

That smears my purity dark

Or dance when you pipe your flute

In crescendo and falling diminuendo,

In synagogues of prayer and spirit,

Or weary when by frustration

You drag the day to a close end

Or sink in vanities delusion

When you stroke the day with your ploys

Or with my wagging tail dust your feet

To cover my short errs

Or repose in your tent in delightful sleep

While Master holds a summit of saints

That wants no part of you.

Dear Devil, my soul is unyielding.