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,
platinum-bright aphorisms.

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