In the middle, a little man stands
With big hair, Eraserhead hair
(You will now have to recognize him
as not real, but shadow of man,
but imprint: even if tangible)
Will you ever be able to douse the negative fate that grips you? Never.
Will you eradicate the evil that calcinates your breath? By no means.
Will you elevate the bitterness of senses to essence of things? Always.
The Devil sneaks into the eye of God and you follow his shadow & trace…
That man, you will recognize
and, even if wise-looking,
even if (he himself) kind,
with strict vigour you’ll kick him,
in the arse (or up the arse),
or wherever may be fit