What Monsters?

What monsters are we?
What monsters to stare at the barbed and crushing
cruel and devouring
dead and decayed
reflections of our own comfort
and cry disgust
setting thick lines and stark colours
as clear divides
between ourselves
and what we say should never be
but is,
eternally and always
in monsters set forth
from our own guts
formed in our own bile
evolved in the shadow of our own denial
that we should stare at
from safe enclosures
and lament
that those beasts should exist
so close to our certain innocence

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