Azazels Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

So fresh the scent of blooming azeleas.

'Those azeleas have long bloomed.
You're not referring to the odor of Azazels?
Are you? '

Azazels?
What?

'I think our adventure,
Has gone too deep into the wilderness.
And I sense we've been used as scapegoats,
Believing our steps will uncover something evil.
And we will be made to atone for our actions.'

WHAT are you talking about?

'We have broken through the boundaries,
Of our restricted limitations.
And those who follow believe us to be evil.'

Okay? But what has that got to do,
With the scent I smell of azeleas?

'I'm telling you...
What you are smelling are azezels.
Hey...
I'm beginning to smell them too.
We better turn back.'

But what about our adventure?

'We are not 'cats'.
We only have one life to live.'

I'm not understanding you at all.

'You will.
But for now?
Let's get the hell out of here.