There are monsters Then There are Monsters Among the dead We find Ourselves Juggling guns We are Trapped In the maze The world you Created For all of us Dragging wounded Limbs Over dirty cloth I lay down Your Burthens Angels Light and formless Weakest of the weak The knife with which you Gut Me Hangs dull and heavy At your side Sharpen it on the Steel Of my heart Before the killing Plunge Save me From us Again I am Not Going Back c.sdmrogers 2018