Evil

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

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My mind is evil

For it tells me

That evil, too, can

Somehow be a good