The Monster

January 31, 2019

Through a wild midnight all my mountainous past
Laboured and heaved with all I had forgotten
Until a poem no bigger than a mouse
Came forth. And with darkness finally passed
We faced each other, begetter and begotten:
“Monster!” I cried. And “Monster!” cried the mouse.

Henry Rago

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