Sad creature,
Baku-san,
composed from a stewpot
of body parts,
leftovers
picked over and discarded
by indifferent gods.
*
Tired creature,
Baku-san,
exhausted by
an unquenchable hunger
for humanity's nightmares,
thirsty
for a child's forgotten dreams.
*
Sometimes I wonder
as you curl your elephant nose
around mottled paws,
lying down with the light of dawn--
what do you see,
Baku-san,
when you close your eyes?
About the Creator
Alison McBain
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
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