Dec
26
Beefy Devil
The beefy devil isn’t rotting in the corner;
he’s the young man flying into towers.
The big, bad wolf isn’t hunting for grandma;
he’s your cousin turned against your brother.
But where are the witches to ask about him?
Where’s bright, where’s dark if both are unseen?
I’m so happy to find my good enemy.
I’m so friendly when there’s someone to stone.
So who grabs my little world and shakes it?
Who slammed my head and said Wood’s real?
I love to stare into dim corners.
I love seeing things I think aren’t real.
So I write these words to read, and believe:
“The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled
was convincing the world he didn’t exist.”
He drifts ‘bove latex masks in autumn leaves.
© 2009 Constantine Kulakov
