Stag Tongue and Rasping

by Occult Fan

the devil taught me

the trick of clear-eyed steel

how to hold a melting heart

and not even feel

to lie you in the eyes

like pine barrens and elks-at-shotgun-reel

to break a starling hart

to make the forest cry

wield a menace of millions

in your atomic eye

poor tongues confused

bent burning thin fear

my sweet evil

the only flavoure

that draws you this near

to your own self