When I Meet the Devil
When I meet the Devil
I'll kill him.
Not for his endless treachery, richly expressed
In perfectly worded, erudite,
Not for the endless lies that spiral from his quick lips
like fine red ethereal thread, spooling at our feet
like bloodshot spider-web.
Not for the false
compliments that slide off his baroque tongue
like newly minted coins of fool's gold.
When I meet the devil,
I'll kill him
because God made him.
© Eric Robert Nolan 2013
Previously appeared in Dead Snakes.
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