MONSTER
the mirror
is always there
follows you
screams at you
to keep looking
a mirror monster
may just
step
through
and you
sitting with your calculator
using calculus to
broach
the number of atrocities
you need to fit every piece
into the puzzle
see the landscape restored to
how you have always envisaged it
how it
has never been, perhaps
(logic, splitting fragmenting even
as we talk
through this)
will
never be
and the mirror monster at last
smothered under the holy rock
and stone of
countless tiny mountains
of atrocity
so many bones the foundation
of the Everest you are building
it is death zone up there
upon that glorious peak
poems 2 die for 