The Devil Was A Man Poem by Aaron Barth-Martinson

The Devil Was A Man



Short road
Odd bent trees
Long episode
Of me

Two points
Of view
One over head
The second
Was from my gaze
Or through my eyes
As He
Might say

Beneath two trees
Oppositely leaning
A man
With hood
Stood dreaming

I run
To him
Short struck
I was
Devilishly grinning

The man
In hood
Some-where-in His being
Began gleaming

My grin
Was splitting
I started scheming
I lunge
So grab
His hood
To show
His face

Great pain
Shot both
These men
Upon such
Baffling reflection

I was the one
Under the hood
The devil
Was in me

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