The Knock of the Devil
Sweaterbelly, Sweaterbelly Walked to a golden tomb The prize of a child of good and bad Lay powerful in her womb. And angel’s lust, an urgent must Seduced by hell’s beauty, Consummated heaven and hell In the house by an autumn tree. The devil who knocked upon her door Gestured toward the moon, Bright eyed and pure the Angel laughed And was led to the devils room. Within the room there was a bed Where he lay heaven’s bride down. Her family above watched her sin With tears and rejecting frowns. He dined upon her body that night Until nothing was there But skin so thin the wind went right through And feathers for her hair. She bore a child, that was me My name is Daniel Doom, I was born with a crooked halo’s head At the pull of the merciful moon. They called my mother Sweaterbelly Because she was mocked by all A sweater covering her pregnant state Despite her being tall. My skin has scales like father had My wings wi