Ygor
B-movie elements: the storm, the table,
Still, when the engine whirred and lightning seared
His hand, he hoped for something great and weird
From his uncommon brain (he’d read the label).
At first, things played just like the epic fable;
As he made notes, a madman raved and jeered,
Cried, It’s Alive! then, somehow, disappeared.
The hunched assistant labored on, as able,
Though when he saw the monster’s mangled feet
And heard it mewling in the cruel restraints,
He put it out and shut the door upon it
And on the madman, too. The aide, discrete
Once more, responded to their dim complaints:
Go, maker, fake! And faker, take the sonnet!
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