The Exorcism

You’ve done this many times before

Inhabiting unlucky souls

You left one today

to make room for me

You have a story of survival

Blown from place to place

Like fake cemetery flowers

There’s nothing in your face

You’re no demon but

I have to exorcise you  

Crossing bridges - not paying tolls

Unattended carriages and broken up marriages

This is no place for a foal

You rolled across my feet

Roots taken hold

Without me you can’t spawn

It feels right - line’s tight - Come on

You’re no demon but

I have to exorcise you

I cast you out - as far as I could

wise enough to know what’s good

You’re no demon but

I have to exorcise you

©2016 Paul-John Moeller