Infant Frankenstein

Infant Frankenstein

Was hatched to petrified quiet

Funereal stillness robing her glum half moon fleer

As she lay upon twin orchid wreath breasts

Suckling on disintegrating bonds

Of mummy’s corporeal coffin

Drowning in this silent movie sea

Jailed borders grown strange and grim

From glitter gold toothed moon

To ashen sun slaughtered grin.

How her stitched lace lips longed to speak

How her milked pale horse soul longed to be fed honied love

How her solemn passage was choked cathedral cold

This blooming Arcadian shoot cut down

By gulled Flora’s frenzied reapers.

Infant Frankenstein

God’s embryonic dream thought to life

Such a beautifully tailored offering

Most darkly unwelcome

To these leprous flesh walls pulsing with serpentine hate

And eyed with crimson pitchfork lashes

By Argus’s unblinking lust

Hungry to devour her heart’s fragmenting tombstone smile

And spit out teeth like broken seed.

Infant Frankenstein

Little child cut undone

How you are so dearly beloved

For God’s stepladder chariot is winged roses on fire

Stealing the smoke halo soul

Wrapped around your dried limbs

Shaking free the fragile last breath

Far beyond night’s charred bangle

From hell’s bouquet of dead stars

Into the tethering joys eternal

Of mum’s garden cradle arms.