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The devil squirms, the angel mocks
Their cruel sniggers prise her face about
While she squats athwart the thunderbox.
Upon the desiccated dust heap cocks
Strut the light fantastic. Black as stout
The devil squirms, the angel mocks.
A wrinkled, lissom postman knocks
Now her bolt is shot. The rustling spout
While she squats athwart the thunderbox
Is stopcocked fast. The blowsy phlox,
The tuberose, flaunt and pout.
The devil squirms, the angel mocks.
A parcel’s planted by the hollyhocks.
No time to purl the skeins of doubt
While she squats athwart the thunderbox.
Yet doubt’s dispelled, so too the thrilling shocks
Of shame and godlessness. So long devout,
The devil squirms, the angel mocks
While she squats athwart the thunderbox.
Eponymous 