Poetry & Lucifer

Revisiting some of Lucille Clifton's poems while I'm waiting for The Big Bang Theory

I've always found her poems dealing with Creation and Lucifer interesting. So I am going to share one.

lucifer speaks in his own voice

sure as i am
of the seraphim
folding wing
so am i certain of a
graceful bed
and a soft caress
along my long belly
at endtime it was
to be
i who was called son
if only of the morning
saw that some must walk or all will crawl
so slithered into earth
and seized the serpent in
the animals i became
the lord of snake for
adam and for eve
i the only lucifer
light-bringer
created out of fire
illuminate i could
and so
illuminate i did

Dear LJ, stop futzing with spacing when I post poetry, you whore. :(