Wednesday 8 June 2011

a vote for Grendel

when Grendel left his sorry throne.
and crept unseeing, unknowing,
climbing the mossy banks of his lonely refuge
a pathetic, rambling bastard-child
of Nature's perversion,

nobody thought that he had perhaps come from a one-parent family
they did not see:
no one looked behind his eyes -
it's always the same.

no one even stopped to ask his name.

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