A poem by Beverly Stock.
Secluded in room bare of light
I enter battle in the night
Against a foe, my dreams in tow
A blank faced demon I don’t know.
His banner over me a sword
My string-like bones, his harpsichord
And in sudden whirlwinds breath
I feel he has secured my death.
Before conclusion I’ll spite this strife
On to the source of revealing light
My antacids will at last proclaim
My demon, “Fast Food” is to blame.