A Magazine of Many Arts

Michael and Satan:

forever among the homeless and the pigeons.

And the touristsâ€”

every moment

someone is photographing them

with cameras that change year by year.

But they are only focused on each other.

Supposedly they are locked in battle:

Michael, triumphant with his sword;

Satan, defeated on the ground.

But from the sideâ€”

that isnâ€™t fear in Satanâ€™s eyes.

Mild annoyance perhaps,

familiarity certainly.

As if Satan has been lying in the sand,

reading a book or looking at the sea,

and Michael, bored, is jesting,

and will soon settle down

and sit beside him,

watching the water.

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