Frankenstein's Death Note

Frankenstein ~ Mary Shelley
Art by Lynd Ward (1934 Edition)
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After the fifth season of his infinite
aloneness at the end of the world,
the man without woman
reached deep into the confines
of his cramped bonsai soul and created
the gods as hard-boiled,
invisible magicians, travellers
of a separate reality, given to jest.

He longed for them to worship him
as antidote to self-loathing and fear
on this last night of the earth, prayed
that one pleiadian seed would take root
in dark matter and a spiritmate grow
to warm his blood and bones.

No voice spoke from the stillness:
no whispers of I see you, man of humankind,
no eyes to ignite an ocean, no chronicle
for the book of his own burial rites.

The Divide

I am living in the day before midnight –
here, in the narrows between the bitterroot
and the black wind –
I am drawing my magic circle in dust –
there, in the scorched remains of the fire dream
and its mirror image –
I am fighting back by giving voice to my story –
everywhere, a secret pilgrim of love and survival
and indelible, a true woman –
But I am bleeding in this otherland –
where to be is to be lost in a maze of blind faith
and who knows if you will remember me,
the kiss, the almost revolution that used to be us.


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