From Us

I saw the Devil at dusk
in the prow of an old broken row boat
at the edge of the moor
overlooking the city

He was a horned shadow
a husk of black curtained in smoke
hunched in the rotten prow of the boat
some figurehead captain commanding to sea

His eyes were orbs of solid yellow
cradled high in a disfigured silhouette
so too were the distant windows
of the city, dark and fading away
from us.

TA