I bought the demon queller
When I was ten because
I had a dollar and its orangeness
Appealed to me. It was meant
To quell Japanese demons
But mischance had brought it
To a Brooklyn giftshop.
American demons, thinking it's
One of their own, imitate
It's lidless glare and leave it gifts.
Mostly resigned, it sometimes dreams
A Japanese demon will turn up --,
Perhaps trying to sell me something --
And find itself quelled.
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