It is getting redundant, itsn‘t it?
This perseveration over evil
Yet when the yets arise
Like Delphic phantoms
I can see how afraid they are
I am unsettling to the ones
Who‘ve settled all moral
Dilemmas and struggles
They grasp their cellphones
Like batons and torches
The path to truth
The path to light
They know what to do with me
I carry in my genes
The burns of witches
Not so much their torture
As my dominant left-hand blows
The left hand blurring everything
As I pass it across the page
No words have time to dry
And the curling scoliosis
Where I can see that
Any backbone like mine
Is the backbone of a snake
Beware my words
Beware my incantations
The serpent has taught us much
Don‘t kindle your bonfires too soon.