Praise #21, The Lion

Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour (I Peter 5:8)

What is meant, O Lord, when the lion stalks

in the frame of my window

teeth concealed, an agitated tail

a flailing mace from Tours ‘32

fear does not overcome, but

a casual encounter with a worldling,

goat-getting, button-crunching, hand-zapping

scullion of Satan, no —

this I cannot bear


Satan strives

in the wee morning hours

training up hordes

while they sleep shunted dreams

mobbish idolaters

(eyes on the numbers, chewing green)

drowning us in the steam of their

boiled egg souls, able not to outwit

even the sacred babbler


the Great Cat

circles the house

which sways on stilts

envoys penetrate the floor

light particulates in the red spectrum

dinner table snubs with erstwhile relations

bow shots from the boob tube

while the swirling of wine

slams us onto briny beaches

and we dry


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