There are demons that come to occupy us, foul ideas attached to cathode rays
Or jumping out from inbetween the lines on the pages
Of the new daily gospel
Straining iris muscles
Working hard to extract everything to the backs of our brains
Our ear drums sync to the cadence
Of whatever song the dj might play
And we only need to hear it once
To hum the tune for the rest of the day
And they hung crosses on the west wall and on the opposite
Affixed altars to the trimurti and burnt some incense sticks
It's the way its been forever
and we don't know any better
Than the stories told to us snug in our beds when we were kids
But nursery rhymes have such dark undertones
It's the aspartame in their fizzy drinks
It's the milk building their bones
The saplings grow with vines wrapped round their branches
It's down to luck if they grow up straight
Or manage to resist it
But more often than not
The tree that sprouts up
Casts wiry appendages into the sky
Like the defiant hands swiping blind in the night
So speaking as a self proclaimed escapee
An uprooted and plotless Houdini
I can't do anything more than plead
For you to turn the pages
Read anything
Set about challenging everything