“Pity the monsters.” – Robert Lowell
How many dawns will continue to meet us, from which we might pivot to pity the monsters, from certain death to recognition of these fleeting selves as mere specks within a single monster’s eye?
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“Pity the monsters” comes from Robert Lowell’s poem “Florence.”
And wake.
In the old world
we left ourselves
dreaming days to come,
but upon arrival wanted
to crawl back in. Now the
eyes open with reluctance
to the same sea, but the
angle is wrong, and instead
of the land at our feet there
is only the sky we once
rushed ourselves into,
and the wake.
