satan is an elephant's tooth
an old woman on a bright forest path
a river through the estuary, change in
another abandoned glovebox

the world is grey without sin
soft pink light

through dove feathers
nail clippings in the dust pan
waiting for something
loud and terrible

tomorrow something sharp
will pierce through your retinas and
the real estate agent
will answer your calls

forever is an old woman
guiding you through
a dim forest path

i am holy satan
i am holy