Seasonal

Azazel and Satan
if I'm not mistaken
spend their afternoons
in the depths of hell

Beelzebub and Mammon
plot pestilence and famine
humming raunchy tunes
unbothered by the smell

demons by the dozen
dancing with their cousins
horns not quite superfluous
hooves forming a ring

planning their takeover
freezing season's over
devils, like the rest of us
welcoming the spring