Hard Target
Many years ago
You lit a black candle
And summoned the devil
Now your nostrils
Are caught in the storm
Now the wind is broken
By a fleet of bright birds
And your forehead is bent
Against the sky
Now your left shoulder
Has been trampled on
And your nudity wedged
Within the realms of the hunted
Where the interior of your heart
Is marked with a sacred symbol
And beset upon by the crosshairs
Of the Almighty
