Devil fingers and all
ripped in flesh
and dangling from teeth
quicksilver
I saw the post
lashed to the ground
and tilted head upon it
dripping down
crimson gore to chunks
caught up in little fingers
and eaten right away
with sprinting feet
twisted at the ankles
right off
painted the asphalt a sickly red
they come like packs
all howls and tongues
right up the side of your leg
peering into your eyes like windows
they eat noses around here
a sniffer to the dirt
I'm painted all black in mud
and carrying insects anyway
where's the Devil when you need him?
I followed that bouncing rump
and look where it got me
30 miles down and no way up
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