Exorcist

An angel with bad news
Draining from her the blood
Of yesterday she was full again
Transfused with healthy blue
Veins no longer poisoned
By possession the trees
Had skulls crying out to let go
At the end of each branch
Scarlet ruddy droplets floating
Of what remained

He sleeps and finds rest as
Her mother takes a break from
Exhausting herself

Exorcist retired

Upstairs he is with his friend
An African descent and aged
Many ancients ago old love
Perhaps of a grandfather
For innumerable years spooning
Held from behind; afraid

Also the occasional
Person would travel
Upstairs which felt like
No privacy to behold
Sleeping on the olive green carpet
By then someone would
Travel into another room
Down the hallway
Eventually he got up
To close the door

Not an apartment
A room in a house
But where?
In his mind
Not of this lifetime
Galatians

Whoever sows to please their flesh
He heard from the walls: flesh will reap
Some form of destruction,
However whoever sows
Seeds to please the Spirit
Cried the ceiling
Is passed from the Spirit and
Beyond will reap eternal life

Falling back to sleep

© GÄ