Nocturnal Devils

 

Call them devils or dogs,

Or sinister saturnine beggars 

And shrewd mendicants

Always on the lookout

For vulnerable beauties

Or sweet syrupy rascals and rogues,

Always ready to lick some tender feet,

Mentally so alert 

Eyes are open

All night in hope of some miracle

To be sensually and monetarily viable.

The Lord opens up to them

River of eternal bliss,

The food that has no price,

But the unfilled longing

To feed on excrement remains.