“Lord of the Mirrors” and Demon Lover

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,

In the picture I have of you.

A cleft in your chin instead of your foot

But no less a devil for that, no not

Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two

Not God but a swastika

So black no sky could squeak through

I was ten when they buried you.

At twenty I tried to die