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Satan Speaks
by Dawn Richerson

Saturday, February 02, 2002

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Ceiling descends, its movement
infinitesimal but certain. Everything
closes in, reduces ambivalence
to brief terror then
welcome relief.

I look away then back again.

Now cauliflower corpses mill
about the room in eager anticipation.
Their candid conversations are not
what one expects
of the dead.

I look away then back again.

Flash of blue lightning silhouettes
sinister Shadow Man. “Ah… Satan,
I presume.” The words belong to
someone else not me, sucked dry
of sense and soul

I look away then back again.

“Right you are.” Devil talks back.
“We are home, where you…. belong.”
Soft voice, not scary at all. I slide to
left side of too-big bed, glad for anything
other than nothing.

I look away then back again.

Room spins now with my stomach.
I would cry out for God but I cannot see, hear,
speak. Shaking, I am little black
sheep put aside for slaughter,
cast out among wolves.

I look away then back again.

He’s back, Shepherd Satan, arms
open wide. The room hums louder with
thoughts that say please God no please
God please I am not so strong.
I need to belong.

I look away then back again.

Satan is shrinking, but laughing,
too. Something within me leaps. No,
don’t go, I want to say. Take me.
But he evaporates, and I can
breathe again.

I look away then back again.

Jesus and little children: there,
where Satan stood. And he looks
to me, calms sea of confusion
in me. In his arms, he holds a
little black sheep.

I look away then back again.

Ceiling ascends, its movement
infinitesimal but certain. Everything
opens up, expands small hope.
Faith restored makes room,
a home for Love within.

Art - Digital Designs by Dawn, Copyright 2002
(my room)

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Autumn Zephyr Press: Passion-powered Poetry
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Reviewed by Val 4/23/2002
Dawn Satan does speak his piece, every chance he gets but we have all authority over him and don't have to worry, Be anxious for nothing the Lord says. And we are of a sound mind have no fears, we have power and authority to win this war...
Reviewed by Janet Caldwell 2/19/2002
G'Morning Dawn,
I know the feeling. Great write my friend. Janet
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