When I was young I loved Lucifer,
that red gold morning star. I adored
the glinting immovability in his eyes,
the bone sharpness of his teeth.
What John Wayne was to you,
the devil was to me:
perfection, in a nutshell –
so he is, and was –
too willful for permission or permeation
from a world whose living breath
Intransigent and intransient,
he would rather be consumer and consummation incarnate
than the artery and artillery of Heaven.
Once inspired, he aspired to the throne of God,
now dispirited, he will not respire again;
he would rather expire than conspire
with the will of God.