The monsters always arrive
when least expected; they
may give warning, though usually not:
you ought to love them for themselves.
They will tear your heart out, anyway.
Of course, by then you may find
there is nothing worth fighting for this time.
These monsters have minds full of smoke,
heads shaped like ashtrays; eyes
with miles of barbed-wire trapped inside:
capturing memory or desire, which hides
within the moment of avoidance or denial.
They will replace your heart with longing,
your mind with temptation. Once
the operation is over
only the arrangement remains.
Everything else forever temporary,
your love held for safe-keeping, didn’t
you guess whose heart
I am finally speaking of?
Whose treasure is missing?
The monsters are healthy and well-fed.
excerpt from THE LOST CANADIAN, Vol.2, 110 pages, $14.99 – ****own the book–>https://www.amazon.com/Lost-Canadian-Poems-Selected/dp/1533582408
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