R.B. Gyle

Demons' Dinner

Demons roaming like coyotes in the canyon
between my temples where they exercise
their religion and sculpt their idols with tools.
They are gold givers, & liars and their gold
turns out its pyrite.
But they reside there in that great crevasse
and howl and yelp and bite our
chicken by the neck.
Trails of blood trace their escape and takes

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