The Satan

The Satan I will sit here and not move for an hour empty my brain of the past I refuse to look back nothing there worth remembering except pristine fields of snow in the morning and put skis on the first boy in the whole world crossing this area before the sheep were let out making the acre into a mess of yellow dirty mass when looking for food, sharp narrow hoofs trampling over my dream and I thought of them as animals that had been rejected by Lucifer and my grammar helper insist I had to use the capital letter when addressing him this fallen angel who is now winning the hearts and the mind of the People of Europe who refuse to help civilians who have lost everything, yet we have lost more, say our human dignity. We are like the people of Israel who are sinking into the brutal oppression of the people who are not of their blood and the future tell me we will lose everything in heartless apathy.