EVIL has no home,
only evil has no home,
not even the home of demoniacal
hell.
Hell is the
home of souls lost in darkness,
even as heaven is the home of souls lost in
light.
And like
Persephone, or Attis
there are souls that are at home in both homes.
Not like grey Dante,
colour-blind
to the
scarlet and purple flowers at the doors of
hell.
But evil
evil has no dwelling-place
the grey vulture, the grey hyaena,
corpse-eaters
they
dwell in the outskirt fringes of nowhere
where the grey twilight of evil
sets in.
And men that sit in machines
among spinning wheels, in an
apotheosis of wheels
sit in the grey mist of movement which moves not
and going which goes
not
and doing which
does not
and being
which is not:
that
is, they sit and are evil, in evil,
grey evil, which has no path, and shows neither
light nor dark
and
has no home, no home anywhere.