"#57: surviving the devil #1: surviving"
oh my darling
the devil’s in the wind
crying
roaring
swallowing sound
in every tongue that licks
the grass and trees
it speaks to you
my darling
well
we could really only watch
it came down the hill
on both sides
and from behind us
four ways at once
the embers
were like an uzi
firing through every crack
doors
windows
skylights in the ceiling
if you were putting them out
at the top of the door
they swarmed in the bottom
like a live thing
if we stayed in the house
another thirty seconds
we were dead
if we got in the car and drove
we were dead
we could only back the car
onto burnt ground
and watch our home burn down
it only took a few seconds
I couldn’t breathe
I just couldn’t breathe
we both had damp cloths
over our mouths
but I just
couldn’t breathe
even now
I’m coughing up black
darling
my darling
there is sorrow in this ground
the devil’s kiss is a thirst
that can’t be quenched
and the taste in your mouth
is ash and foul
a love affair to the death
oh my darling
the world is different now
than when he first began
look
my truck didn’t burn
it melted
it just
bloody well
melted
there’s some midi files
a pair of socks
and some underpants
my camera
and the budgerigar
that’s all I had time to grab
the rest’s all gone
I hope the cat’s ok
my horses
I need to go back in to see to my horses
are you going to stop me
from going to them
they need me
are you trying to make me lose EVERYTHING
LET ME GO THROUGH
somebody lit it
on purpose
what do you do to someone like that
what on earth
do you do
darling
this is the devil’s stamping ground
it’s turned into a moonscape
in the space of three hours
this is where he sings
the songs of desecration
it’s going to take
probably a couple of generations
for it to grow back
his sickling ground
to corrupt with gouts
of loathing
I’m not sure
this place
our home for twenty-five years
can ever feel the same for us
come away with me
my darling
come away
there’s fire in the red sun’s eye
I think we’ve had enough
of living
in the wonderful australian bush
there’s nothing left
where the devil-wind
has blown
© 2009 Frank Faust
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