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Arlice W Davenport
Poems
May 2019
The Bargain
Mephistopheles moans.
His bargain won; now what
to do? What good is a human
soul as vanquished prey?
Faust exults in his superhuman
strength. He holds an unfair
advantage over all other poets.
No drug testing for magic.
He dances with the devil,
cheek to cheek. He swoons
at the crescendo, falls into
his partner's waiting arms.
There is something maniacal
in his character, like arsenic
in a tall, cold glass of water.
He gets drunk on it, gets high.
Who will judge his newest
achievement? Like for like cannot
be found. He stays isolated
in his cold grey cage. No touching.
Freedom breeds creativity,
the force of all masterworks.
Faust settles as a lap dog
for Mephistopheles.
Soulless, the poet wanders
through Dante's circles
of hell. With whom will he
find his place? No place
for his cheapened soul. No
punishment for his fiery
hubris. He forms artist and
audience as one substance,
and applauds himself.
His victory is self-serving,
but he has no human
self to serve. His triumph rings
hollow. He plays the xylophone
on his ribs. The music turns
toy-like and irritating. He has
gone too far. No way back.
Written by
Arlice W Davenport
M/Kansas
(M/Kansas)
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