The Devil Poem by David McLansky

The Devil



In the universe unfenced
In the dust, the depths immense;
In the scattered jewels of suns
Tossed, arrayed, their brilliance stuns;
Moved a God of thick hewn thighs
His breath a storm stretched light years wide,
like a colossus, he moved with power,
Infinity his roof-like tower,
Spinning galaxies with his thumbs,
Popping black holes as he'd come
And I his servant, his loyal, minion,
Who helped him rule his far flung dominions,
I was there when he formed the Earth,
When he lit the sun and gave life birth;

I tried to mitigate his rages,
His demand for blood though out the ages;
I assuaged his anger, made prayers man's wages;
I wrote the history in scattered pages;
But he struck at me, his immortal anvil
He called me serpent and a Devil;
he crushed me down to hellish fires
in hope I might thereby expire.

I was the one who spoke for Noah
When he proposed a watery Shoah
For all the creatures of the land
When he had tired of the sins of man.

I reminded him of his Covenant
With the Jews In their desert tents
When they aroused his fierce wrath;
Having worshipped a golden calf.

I lost all patience with his moods,
He hung his son on a rood,
You could say he had a mood disorder
A personality that was on the border.

Friday, June 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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