Sex Outside Heaven’s Gigantic Ménage a  Trois, Thousands Upon Thousands and Ten Thousand Times Ten Thousand

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The leech, the spider and the rattlesnake

Are evil.  Evil is a boring thing,

Too ordinary.  They are like the ache

That hovers on the web of life, a wing

Of Lucifer, who, poised, might make the choice

To poison everything across the realm of good,

Or, then again, he might lift up his voice

Inside the choir of angels hymning—should

That ordinary mode of angels please

Him.  Gabriel who stands beside him glows

With ordinary angel goodness, knees

Dropped down in ordinary angel pose.

  But Lucifer decides he wants to be

    No bride . . . but yearns to be a divorcee.