POEM: Modernity Killed the Monster

In ancient days, the monsters spoke,
but were no less scary.
We’ve made pitiful things of the
unicorn and fairy.

No proud, strong beast of horn and hoof —
No spinner of magic.
Our monsters turned into creatures
cute, feeble, and tragic.

Our monsters are now neat, orderly
and oh-so obvious —
in swank suits and epaulets with
delusions of godliness.

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