The Devil-fly's song

left alone for a while
she cried out into the dessert
the air was a tortured smile
and such life had gone obscure

pausing for a moments thought
she gathered at the rising snow
alone in the winter night
she bought the sight for a shattered doe

the summer was a dry spell
oh what the hell would you bastards know
the blood has spilled all over here
and Joan of arc can kiss this show

those flowers in that empty bowl
were hard to watch and smelled of coal

catching dead-fish in a crystal ball
she forgot about her dying rose

somehow somewhere something would sing
and the notes would bring the fallen dead
carrying a soul in your head ain’t easy
but carry a head for your soul and you're blessed

in the rain was yet another pain
grieving sex-driven hunger and onanism in vain
the younger crowd grew proud again
"let the hag die, lets all go insane"

the seasons came to a rapid end
and a rotten friend stopped by in shame
while she was delivered back
to where from she came
and there was nothing more for him to pretend!

she rose again on a different rock
- a planet away from now and then
while here in this crazy world
I wrote poems with her blunted pen!