(This poem was written November First, 2016)



Can I construct a monster out of words,

Raise to all-too-real a fearsome beast?

I can conceive of this— I saw it done-

Raised prominent, the lowest and the least.


I see what people choose to run their lives,

Creatures made of greed and endless hate,

Drawing strength through fear and laying doubt

To work within ourselves to set our fate.


My apartment in the back-end of the house,

A hypogealic distance from the street,

Presents no bar to hear what those espouse,

Their lies and graven image, leaden feet.


They make a running joke of should not should,

Then say their machinations do us good.





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