A Trinity Plus One
Because father
warned
The Bad Eldils are watching
we tore off
only four squares
of toilet paper
ate no more than
four
marshmallows
poured
just four scoops
of coffee
in the percolator.
With pointed
horned and fanged
shadows
eldils painted
walls
with dunce caps
their dark angles
canting
like the
somnambulist
rising
from Dr. Caligari’s
cabinet.
How could we know
they were angels,
C. S. Lewis
“imagining out
loud”
a trinity plus one
The Father
son
with the angels
and
watching us through
glass
the Bent One.
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