This isn't working.
Writing, they said,
Would exorcise you.
What to do?
Get a crucifix tattoo.
Draw the curtains
To let daylight through.
Whittle a stake.
Sprinkle ashes on the lake.
Drink vodka and holy water.
Cross lit candles behind
My cobwebs.
Fashion my ring into a silver bullet.
Flush it all down the toilet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem