Black Devotions

The age of saviours,

The age of barbarians:

Vows are made,

Demons are invoked.


Mystify the blood,

Romanticize murder,

Elegise terror,

Exalt apocalypse.


Who are these intruders,

Vile faceless tribes-

Well-poisoners, cattle-rustlers-

Who would steal our fire?


Glove and jackboot,

Hidden eyes:

The black skull grimaces

A killing joke.


Black magic,

Left-handed tantra:

The idiots make cruelty

Their alchemy.


Philosophers and thugs

Join hands and march,

Singing the hymns

Of the clenched fist.


Uncanny and unholy

The killers recite

Their liturgy of blood

For darkling moons.


They speak of evil powers,

Dark forces, secret rites,

And the brute hand falls

With absolute simplicity.


The raised hand flashes

A death’s head ring,

Striking black lightning

Into bedazzled eyes.


In praise of the wolf

The outcasts gather

To turn fear and hatred

Into fabulous worlds.