Gary Lemco
To the Chaneys
I only rarely ever saw your face,
Which would masquerade itself, a mere trace
Of its humanity and heart, its part
Of hurt and injured pride, of wanton lust;
A fierce mistrust of all desire, plain trust
That benefits from passion’s simple dart.
The creatures that you raise’d in theater’s tricks
And poses wrought wild terrors in our minds,
Sent the villagers panics in their finds,
So they howl’d for revenge with torch and sticks,
While we cheered in secret for the wild ghouls
Who trapped our eyes and made us wizards’ fools.
Our Saturdays belonged to both of you:
We loved the mirror’d monsters whom we knew.
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