Evil is always present
petty and present in me
and in you
lurking at my door, a ghost wearing sandals
interred in the bones,
exhumed in my marrow, stitched to my skin.
Evil is absence, the root of the gallows,
a shadow born from cool and the cold,
evil is frozen and fire.
Evil is good, coming back
winning that ever-present ignorance
knowing better, doing worse
or doing nothing, in sleep and awake,
mundane, just a word
Evil is lemons
subjective and sour, visceral, vile
born from the end of beginnings
the eyes of a marksman,
the hands of a priest.
Evil is part of my soul.
This is my poem for dVerse where we play with found poetry using Google auto-complete to create lists that work as poetry.
October 8, 2020