Gary Edward Geraci

Can’t Kill My Soul

Virus, protestors violent, race riots and

It’s just July, outcries, the demons would have

Me write about this surge of house flies, I stand,

A dried brown scorpion corpse on the floor, halve

Here, harmless severed stinger there, away, grand

Guardian angel keep me, I look up and laugh

For Christ’s Cross keeps the devil’s face under,

Over watchful eyes of my heavenly Mother.

 

Gary Edward Geraci