My eyes are evil

For they show me

The glow of hope

A million miles away


My hands are evil:

Things they touch are

All dust and clay,

Mirages in hot air


My feet are evil:

Leaving myriads of prints

On twisted paths

They do nothing but hurt


My heart is evil

For its changing rhythm

With long and longer

Silences is fraught


My mouth is evil

For it houses

Whole tomes of cruel

Hurtful words


My mind is evil

For it tells me

That evil, too, can

Somehow be a good