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Frankenstein: The Frankenstein Poet

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Pursued by the mob of townspeople
and the shaky glow of their torches,
he finds refuge crouching under a mossy bridge.

He takes a notepad from his huge jacket
and feels inspiration arriving
like a forking of electricity.

He fingers one of the wooden pegs
the doctor tapped into his temples,
little handlebars of the imagination now,
and his pencil moves in the darkness
to a jostling of vocabulary.

He is starting to write a eulogy
for all the people whose bodies
are now parts of his body.

It opens with the eyes.

- Billy Collins