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