A Monster’s Farewell

…And
There it Stood
Misunderstood
Torchlights hissed
Against the ink-drip ponds
Of tomorrow-less eyes
Stirring glassy waves
Of unwell
Farewells

Sharp instruments
Played rusty notes
While the village choir
Spat venomous songs

The meaning of such
Dissonant lyrics
Were not lost upon it
But the reason was

Dangling
Strangling
From the widow’s noose
It blinked one
Final inquiry:
“Of monsters and men,
Which am I?”

—and then the stars
Stopped smiling