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On the Anniversary Of His Death The Men
Of The Village Meet To Talk About Frankenstein
Ron Koertge

The way he was sewn together
made their skin feel so smooth.
His green cheese complexion
and stupid haircut made them,
by contrast, attractive and
fashionable.

They didn't have to borrow
some stiff's heart. And they had real
souls, too, not just fistfuls of bad
weather.

Hey, remember the torches and clubs?
Remember running around half-nuts
all night? And then it was so great
to come home: a bubbling tureen
of soup, wolfsbane on the mantle,
garlic over the door, those grateful
wives who'd never looked as good
before or since.