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Frankenstein
There's a
monster poorly sewn
Frankenstein,
not a clone
put together
from death
no need for
breath
different parts
and pieces
with lots of
creases,
a weirdly
shaped head
a body too
huge
and a neck
where bones protrude
was his blood
stewed
where did he
come from
some body-mart
an alien
planet or garbage dump,
he grunts his
words
but seeks
softness and
warmth
poor,
misunderstood creature
hounded by people
with
even worse features
pitchforks and
torches
under a full
moon
they scream
and chant
burn, burn, burn
will they
achieve such a gruesome task
or has nature got plans
for this poorly made mass.
Yolanda Renée (C) 2021
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
