lusus naturae

a deformance of soul
the gnarl and kink
unable to wreathe our
obliquity

a barrage and butt
against our pitch
demanding indemnific entrance

a lamentable ado
when understanding eclipsed
these simple flurries reviled and latent

any appeals
blown down and neglected
all percusses reciprocated
the claws descended and razor dark

it's instinctive
this knotty tread can't be helped
can't you see....
the strength is a shield
not a weapon

this yearning for consent
the dip into the cusp
is exactly what marks their aura suspect
for the quarry can sense the courser....

yet not one of you will allow
....that even monsters
need a kindness now and again