Frankenstein:

 

The world is full of what we can’t see--

Too spun with lies  and hurt.

These are ridicules masked with time…

And they say Time heals:

Time is never present among the still cold,

Time never waits for humanity to keep up.

 

If we stopped and looked around--

If we gazed up at the skyscrapers reaching tall,

the once-melodious valleys now embedded with

metal and rot,

the brown waters,

and the burning sun--

 

What would we feel?

 

Would we see what is invisible?

A land running rich with milk—and honey?

The Promised Land?

Would we see that we have advanced so far—advanced

everyday closer

to a Dark Ending?

 

Or instead would we feel nothing?

 

Would we be content with our

Frankenstein?

Would we submerge into a numbness

too deep to swim out of?

 

We would—because

we already have…