Saturday, July 9, 2011

The Devil's Doorway

In the devil’s doorway,
I stood awhile,
Contemplating faith.

He had great wings,
It made me smile,
To think of the angels.

I asked for soap,
Something to clean,
He had bleach.

I saw the devil’s teeth,
White as I burned,
Cleansed into nothing.

But fear not my end,
I watch over you,
A mirror reflection.

Go ahead, child,
Give the dead another glass eye.

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