Monsters Among Us
Strange, and frightening is it not
that the hissing serpent insisting on
due notice -- or is that notice due --
slithers into the subconscious demanding
of those willing to submit to its indecent
will the commitment to become an object
of notoriety in the search for the kind of
fame we know more accurately as infamy.
History lists these human monsters as
anomalies of an unnatural world that
the well-adjusted and normal among us
shrink from in horror. That those whose
lives these atrocity-driven deviants also
become touched by the derangement of
purposeful existence marks them as
hapless standbys whose unusual fate
is deplored and mourned, in an type of
fame that no one would choose, if they
could. The psychopath imagining himself
the lord of existence takes care to plan
and to arm himself appropriately, seeking
the most advantageous height from which
like an all-powerful deity, to rain his death
dealing arms down upon the masses of
helpless victims who could never have
imagined their plight would merit banner
headlines rimmed in funereal black.
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Labels:
Poetry
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