I wondered why they so disturbed my sleep,
These horrors drawn in flick’ring black and white
That through my childhood nightmares seethe and creep
From weekend double-bills to too real fright
The monster, stitch-limbed, lumbering and lost,
Was mute, in need, adrift and seeking love,
Shunned by creator, on life’s ocean tossed,
And raged at proxies for the God above
The dried-up resurrected bandaged priest
Stalked Egypt’s shadows, driven by his need,
Obsession giving life to the deceased
and poisoning the now with past’s misdeed
The victim, bitten, who at moon’s bright glow
Becomes a beast more ravenous, less sane,
Repeats the cycle, bites again and so
Creates more monsters, kills and kills again
At last it’s clear as crystal, without error
No monster’s monstrous if it’s not a mirror
Otherworlds 