Frankenstein

Frankenstein

 

 

As an explorer's ship makes scant progress 

through ice-blocked northern seas 

Dr. Frankenstein, following weeks of illness, has perished.

But as a noise emerges from his cabin the captain investigates

to find an immense hulk, a colossal being

distorted in proportion, hideous in countenance

looming over his dead creator

expressing a piteous desire to receive his pardon.

 

For it is the monster who has brought about this death

a final vengeance against he who summoned him to life

yet refused him a companion, a mate.  

For this refusal the monster has slain Frankenstein's father

his friend, his wife

and with the half-maddened doctor in pursuit

set off on a rampage to the farthest north

reveling in the chase, leaving clues to lure his pursuer on

ever further into ever more frigid, uninhabitable regions.

  

Now his creator lies still.  And the monster

possessed of eloquence, can but say

‘Alas!  He is cold.  He cannot answer me’

and go on to speak of the hope with which he entered into life

to find those who could see beyond his dreadful aspect

to the quality of his inner being.

The doctor, at the very last

gave thought to his lost loved ones

their happiness, their charm.  Their exquisite sensibilities.

Reviews

[Relic]

I've read the book twice. It's always good to go back and read books 2 or more times when they're good.