Something we don’t wish to meet,
Also, what we won’t want to greet.
We might start feeling its past heat,
When skeleton had heart with a beat…
For all its seeming friendly grin
Any returned smile Holy Sin;
Drinkers of juice ask for gin
The sight: one hell of a sharp pin
At a corner found a skeleton
You’d swear used had been guillotine;
Now, you don’t need news bulletin:
The sober nor highfalutin…
A focus of Anatomy
“Physique don’t judge like a dummy,”
Interested too Biology
But not like Demonology...
Surprise ceases ‘Man is erect:
Whoever doubts it you correct.
To Biology Lab, direct
But a glad meeting don’t expect.
A small irreverent demon
tunnels in and out of me.
Perhaps he is related to legendary gnomes
for he digs just for the pleasure
of moving amounts of me about
and he’s not particular.
Today he is mining
in the bowels of my earth.
I feel his hot breath
delving, mining, heaving out
a steaming crapulence
that arrives as talk
a kind of speech,
a kind of spoken demonology,
harvested as poetry.
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