The Aden Grey Poetry Contest

Poem #55 by Rainbowcreek

 When Beelzebub Comes Calling

I heard the news of your arrival first in the sold-out newspaper my husband likes to read every morning;

The smug voice of a morning show host droned on at us from the TV as delusions settled over our skins like dust.

My mama kept knitting her sweaters, all the while murmuring about bad omens and the Great War.

I lay awake that night counting the hours until I too would get sucked into your vortex of lies,

The age-old echo of your voice beating a persistent tattoo in my mind.

Crawling your way out of hell in expensive Armani and those mammoth horns,

You promised us a peace and paradise that would be as fragile as your values.

Your sycophantic minions infected us with paranoia; the new age zombies now.

Do they not see that you are nothing but an idol of clay?

Crafted lovingly in the workshop by the devil's backyard.

I itch to snatch away your false patriotic crown and expose the utopian dreams as wiles,

Crack open your skull and reveal the rotten maggots inside.

Oh but perhaps they would still chant all hail the Lord of Flies

I received your card in the mail- gold embossed and your imposing name in the Times New Roman font.

You arrived on my doorstep in the guise of an exalted guest,

You in your full regalia and with boot-lickers in tow;

Your presence pervading the room with the faint smell of rust.

My mama kept praying on her rosary beads;all the while murmuring about expelling evil and chasing away devils.

But your hypnotic eyes and words coaxed us to drink from your elixir,

Lulling us all into a mesmerizing trance, you fondled my son with your dark aura.

That day, my son left with you;

Never to come back.