Monsters

These hands, they build a tower
and these fingers steeple to a
point
that nobody can prove.
These arms, a fortress, stronghold,
to keep the demons at the gate
and legs to build a bridge to
No Man's Land.
The edge of the world sings
and its song is in my ears and
filling up my lungs,
dripping from my lips and tongue.
These eyes shut: night,
the darkest hour of reckoning,
of dumb Gods watching from the stars
and filling up the seas with
monsters. The water is blood.
Don't breathe, don't speak,
in case they hear you...

These eyelids crack, and bring
the dawn.
Those monsters with their gaping jaws
and yawning doom, their bloodless
veins sleeping through the winter,
their souls sliding out through the
venom in their breath...
They're still there
but nobody
can see
them