Guardian demon

There are mutterings that cannot be uttered
which invoke the gods on our behalf-
whispers that have you falter

and quiver whenever you remember
(them).
I am the invoked god that never laughs
that sings and weeps on my altar

I am the invoked god that utters
their wants, their dreams, their gaffs.

I am the inscription on your palms
I am the hair that stands erect

I am your shadow that never sleeps
      Your         little          guardian         demon.