Priest, I am haunted, it's night in the city
my soul is a box of mortal black sins,
horrible sadness rains onto the sidewalk
and no one comes along.
All is quiet, all is asleep, vast solitude
sickens itself on a gasp of old mansions.
Priest, I am haunted, it's night in the city,
my soul is a box of mortal black sins.
In the park in winter in a nasty wind,
comes Lucifer jeering at my broken heart,
mad heart! Look at the suicide grinding his blade,
look there's a good calm hanging tree—
Priest, pray for me, it's night in the city! ◆
Homepage Image: Celeste Dupuy-Spencer, Darkness Is Not Dark (Light Shines As Day), 2018. From Issue 31.2, Summer/Fall 2018.
