Went to dinner, I did,
on a full belly I gathered bits
and knit together blood and bone,
sinew and tissue,
Hair and nail.
I loved it, then, and for dessert feasted I
on the thrill that I've laid hands
on life-giving and soul-making.
Reveled, did I, as sundown approached,
and my Creature came to life,
better than I could have known.
I watched him,let him wander, out into the fields,
till down the road he disappeared
and my heart then grew hollow.
The night took hold.
The bell tolls, and moonrise comes--
Look at this creature I've made!
He rises fully fashioned,
crying in the night;
he's unwoven and misshapen
due to my mis-craft.
Oh Lord my God, I am cold.
The knife is in his rotten hand.
He spots me, and drives me toward,
and I wonder, at this little thing I've made--
Will this monster I've created
chase me to my doom?
By midnight I loathe him;
by one I've dug a grave;
two, three, and four, the great bell tolls
and all the while he's chasing me;
I'm running, no escape--
My Lord and God what is this thing
that my two hands have made?
The monster roars,
crushing earth beneath his feet
as we run along--
Keep me one step ahead,
and never let me behind
for this monster will slay me
with the two hands for him I made.
His great paw snatched my throat
and he drags me to the ground--
what happened next I can't say
but I turned on my creature
and my creature I laid hold.
He did not move,
but neither could I.
We lay fallen in the tomb
fashioned for my creation.
A thick pink dawn arrives--
neither do we move.
By birdsong I wonder
who will find this thing I've buried.
The six am sounds;
'nevermore!" I cry;