Monster ?

by beeseeker

Nail the mewling monster to the door

With red-hot iron dogs and

Be not gentle with the sledge

That drives them home

Through bone and sinew.

If it pleads, tries to explain;

If it asks questions

You must be –

You will be –



Lash the demon to the cartwheel

With boiling leather bands;

Tight, then tighter, round wrists,

Round sobbing-breath throat.

If it shivers with fear,

Turns to you with

Eyes too suddenly human

You must be –

You will be –


To their appeal.


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