Come Devil in the Morning

©10-DEC-18, Olan L. Smith

Withering writer, for whom

Does the bell toll this day? And the words of Satan

Roll off the tongue in rows, he comes to retrieve

His works borrowed. Do his words sting in the morning light?

Do they peal within the nether world that rests between

Wake and sleep. Normal folk dismiss the din; they

Roll over to sleep never paying the toll, but the poet

Wakes, grabs pad and pen, to take note of the sting,

What price will be paid this day?