Monster

The Blithe, brown boy

Scrambling through bristling hissing hedge

To catch a falling, wanton kite.

 

The sweaty, sleepless teen

Dreaming romantic, kindly, sweet qualities

In fallen, wanton silver stars.

 

The college boy bunking class

To puff out rings of cloudy philosophy

To save the fallen, wanton world.

 

The man sitting behind the desk

Has drowned them all in a shiny, silver pool

To satiate the moral monster: Maturity