ANGEL

Be grateful that only
A voice escapes from
The darkened place,
And not its owner:

The hateful incumbent,
Whose eyes see what
You do not want to,
But cannot deny;

The attrition maker,
Scraping the surface
Of your spirit with
Ancient abrasives;

The partition breaker,
Whose last word is
Always the same as
The worst available;

The first amongst equals,
Rivalling every level
And rolling down
Your finest aisle;

The legendary devil,
Incarnate within you
And no longer
Fallen from heaven.