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Friday, March 15, 2013

The Creature


“It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the
accomplishment of my toils.”
– from the journal of Victor Frankenstein

                “You are children of your father, the devil.” – John 8:44

Infected spirit of madness and man’s vain striving
a lifeless thing infused with a spark of life and being
an incomplete imitation of the divine
in the malformed image of his creator.

Yellow skin stretched tight over
 a work of muscles
                                arteries
straight black lips over straight white teeth.
Dull yellow eyes light
and the demon corpse lives.

The creature lives,
born of the father, but abandoned
                                                the creature lives
rejected, alone, despised.
He lives on the ice of frozen mountains;
he lives on despite the ice of his father’s heart.



You might also appreciate this Prayer to Saint Frankenstein.

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