I’m a modern day exorcist
My crucifix
I affix in the belt kept pouch
Of purple nitrile gloves and a taser on my hip.
Today the sky was gray
Painfully pregnant with rain and thunder
A herald for my next appointment
A dangerous man, brought in by 4 state troopers.
They whisper in hushed tones,
Explaining how he leapt from a moving car
On the highway
To do my job for me of erasing demons and wiping slates a bone tinted white
To his delight I am a man of God
He spits at me with cursed words in forgotten hidden tongues
And deeply purpled sagging eyes.
He is the king of lies
Or so he says.
He hangs his head and then begins the clawing
Nails dug strong and hard and long
Against his offending eyes
To my surprise
I’m not surprised anymore.
The ritual begins
Of stern commands and laying hands
I pin him to the bed and say a prayer inside my head
And then, it’s medication.
Clozapine, the archangel at my side.
His sword a hypodermic lance of meager size
He bites and squirms and says I’ll die
Because he’s seen the future.
Moving hard he breaks the sutures,
and gives an offering of blood
It’s six more hours till I go home
I stop and count my blessings
In his madness he’s not alone.
I am a modern exorcist.
By: Adam
