Grotesque Beauty
Does this outward shape tell us
what goes on within?
Is the body evidence of a souls’ worth,
whether large or thin?
There is no accounting for desire.
There is no chart for that devouring fire.
Avert your eyes.
Do not face the horror.
Best not to know.
It could only crack your heart.
But, we cannot look away.
We sense the need to witness.
The crows wing home,
and the grey clouds roll
against the mountains.
The red sky at night.
Mundane patterns of delight.