the devil’s in the house of the rising sun
the devil’s in the house of the rising sun
© 2020 pookie
the devil’s in the house of the rising sun
i awake at sunrise
with a universe-sized canyon
in the middle of my chest where
yesterday, last week, last month, last year there was
flesh and blood and warmth and love and
i was full and whole not empty or sold,
not bartered or traded
for some paradise faded
where the devil plays
on a fiddle of gold
© 2020 Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint, reblog or copy and paste them in their entirety without my permission. Thank you.
