Temptation

or, what the devil knows

I think you sold your soul this afternoon –

I heard the money in that jar

Beneath our bed, I know it’s there

Covered in dust and loose wet fingerprints

I know you hold it when you go to sleep.

I promised I was yours: what will you give me

From an empty cavity?

And what am I then,

What are we

When we give up our souls?

Will you say to the devil

The fault was hers,

And point at me?

The devil will laugh at you;

Liar that he is, he knows the truth –

He will see you point at nothing.