monster.

         come now-- you monster

    you! broken, crawling thing

                           that had not the courage

          of its convictions-- to stand

              oh, I am standing

                      oh, I am waiting

       you shambling thing

               you ever-mindful, hollow-eyed horror

           one of the ones, before me

     he had a mirror-- I have smashed it

                    I do not hide

          in your reflection.

              you shatter on my pupils

     I see you!--      I see you.

          you are smoke from snaking torches

       I will not see them doused

             --will thieve no others' light

                  I know you,

                            you are the laughter rising

                     from the pit.

    

     I wonder-- if perhaps

           from the ones who leapt

                    and are still falling

             but-- I'll leave them

                      will ground no other's flight.

       

         ever there has been

               will always be

  something pulling itself, wetly

             across the ground

                             towards your feet

          this-- to this I consign you

    that you are devoured of the dark

       that birthed you-- they are coming

 but the mouths have not quite

             reached your hands.

you, knowing-dark-- you will know

         at the last, that you are one and the

                   same.