Strange Ways, Here We Come

“Strange Ways, Here We Come” the devil’s advocate came waltzing through my doors “I had no choice” the supercilious harbinger said, “to intervene, to parlay away something not mine now you're doing time not the criminal recidivist nor usurping interloper and their profound lies every damned day, what can I say? it was staring us full in the face the covetous harpy is a clapped out pretending Peugeot in dire need of a good panel beating, now you, you're a flaming heaven-sent Rolls Royce the harbinger continued on knowing I had taken the wrong voice, an apology post-haste gift wrapped in gold, we should be delivering to you instead, this day, point on put the whole sorry saga once and all to bed let the cards fold once and for all this was a war in full bloom not of my understanding not of my world we had no right to come barging into territory not ours, it was yours alone it was yours yes, we were over-bearing duck flapping mother superior twins over your fence into your garden we came a trampling we were blinded by our self-importance, so much wiser we didn't see you were planting something solid for the one beautiful flower all the years you invested through dark night wars of roses you soldiered on for the one beautiful flower all the seconds, all the minutes, all the hours we came frog marching in where buried in the sand were strange things out of our heads our intelligence all emotionally buried under 6 feet of sand we were ostriches " now interjecting, the advocate to the devil’s advocate, said - "the two of us sat for nothing, three, he said, makes blood thicker than water united we stand divided we fall three little pigs all blown away we fell, we did indeed fall, you, the tarot tower we, your terrible wrecking balls we were two self-righteous know-it-alls lost for words we handed on a platter to the circling monsters - those laughing abhorrent court jesters, what you loved most while the clanging alarm bells rang we let two angels hang" screen fades to black next scene transitioning, zoom in - somewhere, buried subterranean in a dirt-filled frozen Siberian plot in the next world the singing stopped, but the dance continued for waking necromancer, red shoes on, was clawing her way out through the dirt, erasing all full stops love is love but never is forgiveness ethereal the vociferous task of haunting ghosts never ends for Silver Phantoms cast from hot lux vitae titanium not steel it’s never over for devils advocates and monsters rolling in pungent sticky brown clover the war torn story’s ptsd plot repeats, repeats, repeats lima lima bravo this is lima lima bravo can anyone hear me lima lima bravo this is lima lima bravo a response spectrally whispered - "Lima Charlie lima lima bravo I am here Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Charlie Foxtrot Charlie Mike" to which, red shoes responds - 40 Mike Mike "Bravo Zulu", commanding the other spook says, Victor Charlie Bravo 11 Bravo I am close, and I am near" it's never over through hell fire loops it dances on and on it's never on stop it's never on stop it's never on stop (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) Lux Vitae "Betrayal is the only truth that sticks." Arthur Miller "A child's spirit is like a child, you can never catch it by running after it; you must stand still, and, for love, it will soon itself come back." Arthur Miller, The Crucible “Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.” Arthur Miller, The Crucible “In an ordinary crime, how does one defend the accused? One calls up witnesses to prove his innocence. But witchcraft is ipso facto, on its face and by its nature an invisible crime, is it not? The witch and the victim. None other. Now we cannot hope the witch will accuse herself; granted? Therefore, we must rely upon her victims - and they do testify, the children certainly do testify.” Arthur Miller, The Crucible