A Demon Screams |
a demon screams in the night,
not precisely localized
though i assume he is part of me,
and icy as any memory inside
of childhood or life and time.
he is a mad dog and howls nothing
at less than nothing, he knows what's coming
and death loves him forever
for being nihilism nightly, and moist
by day as sun shines seeding life;
a demon screams inside me
in the night, mostly about time.
my eyes and my sight
he is, and even every memory
in me. demons do not really exist
they tell me, though this one lives
a lot. i feed him dreams
and dead people's
nipples, he eats greedily
as if he believes in me,
not just perfunctorily; then it is
his resurrection that becomes us,
heaven, and he sleeps depraved
and tight tonight,
his life mine
copyright 2009
david
mclean |