Sister, eat your demons
Sister
Next time these demons
Resurrect their wild heads, stare them in the eye
And remind them how you almost conquered mother’s cancer
Tell them they have no clout over you
And while the tide may be raging crimson today
You will turn it around into a soothing blue
Tell them you understand demons have a right to exist
In a dialectical universe
(And we all have our share to contend with)
They can’t order the course of your unfolding
As they celebrate their minor victories by drunken orgies
You will pound them effete
Tell them they may snatch morsels
But can’t bite your resolve
You have the power to eat the dark sun
You will find in you a Crane that flies free
And will paint her own sky
Take a demon by the hand and tell him
Will you dance with me?
Or better still, take him out for dinner
And expose him: a pathetic party-loving brute
Feasting on innocent lives
Sister
You have the strength to shame
Your demons into submission
You have done it before
And you will do it again
Eat the black sun
It tastes better with medium sweet white
And you can toast it for good effect
21 September 2008
