Demon, get behind me.

Ferment yourself in slurry, and suffocate

I’ll not your foment be, nor languish

From hops or grain.

Demon, go to Hades

With your liquified lies, and dripping deceit

You deign to cloak human dignity

In dead gangrene

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© 6/29/2020   Ruth Ann Scanzillo.

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