English/Shakespearean sonnet written in 2005.
The monster ‘neath this stalwart isn’t me;
I’m simply hiding here to hold his place.
His shell would fall apart like shaken scree,
Without my ‘plasmic warmth and tight embrace.
His suicide would shine outside this skin
He’d grown so thick to keep their eyes at bay.
They’d burn his effigy to cleanse their sin,
And curse his name forever and a day;
But he has me to keep him from the plot,
To fill his hollow shell with fatted soul,
To animate his corpse and fight the rot
‘Twould eat him if I didn’t play my role.
No monster’s hiding ‘neath this man’s veneer.
No monsters here to see, ‘less close, you peer.