"Monster in disguise", August, 2006

8/22/2006

Monster in disguise

Looking Fear in the eye
and thinking
Monsters don’t exist, yet there
It stands cloaked in deformity
So horribly misshapen
The eye can hardly bare
To behold its image


Hunting for a face;
I see none but a hint of eyes
somewhere in the folds
of skin, a side glance:
“It’s” a “she”; my heart contracts
as she crushes the brown bag lunch to
Her chest


Fright of contaminating
disease slowly eases.
I request that she
press my floor button, and think
of all the places this person
must go, and ache that others
See her as I did


What twisted fate
is it that shells out such
Horrible suffering?
What dastardly
Calculation of the cosmos
requires that such
Unspeakable nightmares occur?


Is it a warped sense of humor
of sorts by which Someone decides
to manipulate and contort
A human image; knead its
Flesh to the utmost height
of imperfection,
Hideous to any given eye?


When the recipe is “done”
Thrust within it a soul
Watch as it writhes and moves
within the framework of man
Trying to attain a life;
a life of a creature striving
To be human

Liz