Satan the Caregiver

all the impedance, the
dockets, the critical
dole forever, each
and every
softens with
purpose, a noose
of assurance
with barking clime, with
joists of utmost
sincerity, with moon
the size of
anti-chambers,
with big sleazo
bursting for
reform or
the best colour
for a door, bow
bow frankly
to that inner
engine, that main
chuckle, that
buckle of lapse
while trees even
the wind