I killed them, but they would not die. <br />Yea! all the day and all the night <br />For them I could not rest or sleep, <br />Nor guard from them nor hide in flight. <br /> <br />Then in my agony I turned <br />And made my hands red in their gore. <br />In vain - for faster than I slew <br />They rose more cruel than before. <br /> <br />I killed and killed with slaughter mad; <br />I killed till all my strength was gone. <br />And still they rose to torture me, <br />For Devils only die in fun. <br /> <br />I used to think the Devil hid <br />In women’s smiles and wine’s carouse. <br />I called him Satan, Balzebub. <br />But now I call him, dirty louse.<br /><br />Isaac Rosenberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-immortals/
