A kid I knew
dug some old
music out
from a box
he found under
a bed in
the spare room
that his mother
always sort of
hoped he
wouldn’t poke
around in.

It was two tapes
and a record
and he dusted
off the family
stereo and he
spun the albums
one by one while
his dear old
mother held her
bible close
to her heart.

Ten years or so
gone by now
and he still spins
those three
albums and
his mother
is dead but
she died a
Good Christian
and even
though it was
the Devil’s
music he plays
every song
when he grabs
his guitar
for her.