My fourth attempt to exorcise him
is as ineffectual as the others,
but by now, a small crowd has gathered.
They cheer me on as I gesticulate broadly
at the apex of tallow candles
and chalk-line geometry.
'And with these, Beast, I bind you!'
flinging a handful of jelly beans
which clatter off his indifferent pate.
He does not even look up from his crossword,
but I can tell he is irritated
because he begins
to cross out the clues he has already got,
using broad angry biro strokes
that nearly tear the paper.
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