I speak to you good friend
sharp eyed and finger
nimble
Painter of sin
and symbol,
shade caster of
HELL
you are
seated just so
in black hat
and
blood red
winding sheet,
I see you as you
sketch
the village
of the doomed
all
mutifaced and
faceted
like demonic
jewels,
You place yourself in Hades
in oils
on the wood
did you see
or hear something
that said
you should?




