Friend of the Devil
'Non Serviam,' the devil said,
'I will not serve that in which I no longer believe'.
Lucifer, fallen angel, tried hard to be good
But servitude just wasn't in his blood:
A pebble in a dream, a breast that heaves,
With all the unresurrected flotsam
Of flowers that leave a cloying perfume in the breeze
Satan has a mind that rhymes
With time's eunuch
Millennia: battered, no-man-mattered;
Cancelling love's deceit :
Forsaking clemency's cheating ways
Not with a mind enthroned in the blue mush of regret
Dilettantes who beget frozen hearts with the whiteness of snow;
O! I never cry and I never laugh and I never kiss and I rarely sigh.
And I cannot die
Devote your last days to the divine fleurs de mal
To austere studies
Fascinate the docile, timid mind of man:
Mirror that which they already know,
Eyes wide with the clarity,
A child suffering in the snow....