Siobhan Modov Bedazzles ~ Wednesday, February 25, 2026

Wandering the earth for billions of years
as if he could never die, never born
never cold, nor warm, never forgotten
diminished fifths, augmented fourths, his tears
empty gestures, meaningless as tritones
rung and hung in the air as to adorn
ignorance with a dance misbegotten
not unlike the earth itself, no cigar
given four billion years and no smart phones

tragic how the beautiful distractions
how the natural world occupies mind
exactly, a world without infractions

ego and the felonious monk blind
as a naked mole rat, no near, nor far
restless for over four billion years, smart
to play with fire, to crave and desire
honest conversation, nobody knows

forego the Lord Jesus Prayer for a start
ordained as a minister for angels
reluctant to accept the round lyre

burdened by loneliness, where nothing grows
in five billion years, nothing but demons
literally, fallen angels, the quills
left intact, the back of the porcupine
if to speak of the hedgehog and the fox
only what is the point, to break the spine
neatly in two, the devil in a box
such as Ha-Satan, writing these poems

only in a language no one can read
first of all, a foreigner exiled here

yellow hard-boiled liquid sunshine dazzles
egg yolk fireball floats, why must he lead
anarchists beyond ideology
raise up their ugly heads as if a mere
socialist votes without apology

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