The Creature Speaks

From a heaved earth cemetery
comes my form and frame,
fearful, yes, but no symmetry
only mismatched parts
gathered here and pilfered there.

My mind is degenerate and unwanted
except as spectacle and display
my brain in a jar held up
for decent folks and their rich sons
to view with revulsion and disgust.

But when those invisible rays
which are light and life
are Tesla-coiled into me
I am alive!

With thunder and lightning
I am alive!