Monsters

We are Mary’s child
in isolation – we see
De Lacey [he’s blind
but otherwise keen]

You will not unlearn
what you discover –
sometimes you will
wish to be blinded –

such hope – you had
a hand in a monster
being cobbled from
unwanted parts & in

your dream fear will
construct a plot – A
married man’s fable
is better left unread

until you know all of
an author’s twists – a
screw of fact [whiffs
from his red herrings

do not go unnoticed]
& duplicity comes to
you – fear-reader – as
her stories so unfold