Shaming the Devil
Men did not swear
by leather bound
prayers,
woven into
mismatched melodies
of ‘this is what He said’.
Devil deranged like
a man claiming he
can speak to God.
Devil’s face flushed,
he is a victim of the heat,
a fallen angel,
another lost
silhouette in ‘His’ image.
Underneath the world
created by us,
he is consumerism’s mascot,
keeping warm
by fire’s touch…
Flames are meant to
keep us warm.
It is not his fault
we demonize other forms.
Hell’s sweet sound
of regretless wonder;
stop shaming the devil,
he is only dancing.
Copyright © Alexandra Lampner | Year Posted 2016
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