Creatures Lined

Creatures Lined

A Poem by Matthew Jones

What fun! the creatures made behind
The sculpting of our hands:
The silhouette carnivore, crouched,
Preying on the man,

Or if we are less sinister,
--those seldom times we are--
A black bird, flapping through the light--
Beauty without a heart.

How quick their fleeing from the world!
--Takes but a slip of mind--
And we don’t weep, although we should:
We too are creatures lined.

For all are shadow puppets behind
The hasty Master’s hand,
And all for his amusement--yes--
That hopeful Master Plan.

© 2011 Matthew Jones


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Matthew Jones
Matthew Jones

Urbana , IL



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