Perhaps I shall
See you once more unvexed
Freed from the hurt of those
Smiling intoxicants
That, inter-laced with
Hateful drugs,
Have ravaged you.

You, if only now I could
Unhook you from
This Devil’s claws
Undraw your present state
Unwrite your foolish past
Wipe clean the pain
From your dear, wounded self
And those who weep for you.

Damn those untouchables
Whose harvest is
Our casual, vacant youth
Entering each viper’s lair
In bloated stupefaction
Of their fateful stroke
Along the Devil’s mane.

Had I perhaps the blessed powers of Prospero
These maddened children saved; the Devils go.