A beast,
only a little frightening, a little wicked.
Only as much as possessed
by demons in Scotland.

I don't know if it was just
the *******-induced acid-psychosis,
or if we really swapped lives,
and shared with Burroughs in the Sahara.

In any case,
we share the joke of sacrificing children
in repetitious ritual.
We fiends, we leprous pariahs,
who know too much to be safe,
and too little to be truly dangerous.