The Monstrosity

The doughy dawn enters and it screeches awake,

Jolted into consciousness from serene unconsciousness,

And immediately aware of its own monstrosity.

Rising, rising, to the chagrin of millions,

This knotted jumble of living fictions,

Ventures chortling into the unsmiling world,

Scenting and sighting prey.

Digestion begins.

Later that night,

A billion ideas flowing through its veins,

Fragrant self-expression clouds the lair.

Eyes frozen, fangs elated, body trembles,

In mental orgasm.

The monster’s senses enhanced,

Capable of any mind-harrowing feat.

It traffics with intellectual dinosaurs,

Challenges their monolithic profundity,

Content not to be fossilized

And then studied

Sixty million years after its celebrated death.

Marveling over its physical youth,

It looks forward

To eons of lively mayhem.

To becoming more monstrous

With each consecutive victory.