God calls forth his plague
a devouring goddess
of old
firebreather
with wings of smoldering coal
and I
like Moses
40 years in the wild
driving at dark through the land of Pharaoh after a show in Vegas
Rolling Stones Radio
gas station coffee
a photo of my daughter
poised on the dash
for the she-beast
to passover
I watch her now
those death angel wings
dip and swirl in the rearview
One long beat
She sharpens the eye
against neon violence
I wonder if you know of her sweet tooth
for the hidden sugar in sick bellies
Rumi mentioned it to me in passing
one Christmas in college
He said, baby girl:
Blessed be the destroyer
She just opens that big black beak
over the great howl
and eats
Sobriety Poet 