Loki

Squirrels call him the jungle beast
Troublemaker
Tinkerer, cooker of bad spongy tastes
Funny (sic) telltale

Up your gullet went his
Concoctions
Down his throat, and then into his
hoarding heart. Spindles of assorted foibles
that doesn’t make hair gray,
But whitens it.

Squirrels aside, (and even them) mistake him
for mischief, but tears do not know prank
from frank hate.

And neither, I believe, does Loki.

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