He had a big black dog
and he named him Satan,
he loved that dog.
He painted the walls black,
doors and window frames
black, carpets black:
he listened to heavy metal
music at horrendous
volumes, through giant
black speakers,
he dyed his hair black,
painted his fingernails
black:
his eyes were day sky
blue
but
all his clothing was
black,
shoes, black,
crockery, cutlery,
furniture, fixtures,
black: bed linen,
black:
not long after Satan
died, he rode the
train into the city and
when the train began
it’s return journey,
he jumped onto the
tracks in front of it:
he told me once that
his name was Paul
and I believed him.