there's a voice in the wilderness
the holy demon beckoning
an estuary sends
miniature tiger blades
a pyramid of kindling
some miry trail to blaze
I try to keep my feet dry
on some muddier murdery days
somebody places panels beneath us
a communion for you
to my constitution is poison
the evil one it awakens
saying a taste can be contained

she sees in green
she's only the devil's daughter
he burnt down the sea
I battle him at the courthouse
I speak of the smoke
pro se is my M.O.
he never hires a lawyer
Lucifer

liturgical lixirs
accelerate corrosion
her mineral waterfalls right the disorientation
generate devotion