Devil Sonnet

For Rabbi McKenna

Sometimes I feel the devil speaks
Through me.
El Diablo, he is called, The Double.
My mind is devilish, split into two lobes.

The Lord is One, however,
Three, too,
Which is much more confusing.
My third mind cannot find this,
With Black Wallaces circling above my head,
Like death.

In the delta, a child was born
Along the banks of Belém,
Under the eclipse of the sun.

It is natural to believe that god was born
Where I was born,
When god is born everywhere.