Pazuzu Among Demons

they may never stir
from their hell
in the far end of heaven
they descend from
the terrible august crown
of God

from a pen of flaming fire
like cellars holding
reserves of smoke

they make a nest in your memory
in the periphery of your antipathy
some have human heads
& bodies made of maggots
but their souls are made of flame
one which devours & absorbs
one which merely devours
another which merely absorbs
& another (myself)
which devours fire