The Daily Eagle

Hush 

Kelly Cameron

  Grade 11

One night I dreamt of a stormy place

With dark clouds frowning on my face

Distanced down the cobbled street

Lightning flashed upon the sea

The lamp-posts bled into my skin

A light mist crowding every sin

And looming in a central square

Stood a decrepit statue

Hey, little gargoyle, don’t be shy

There must be warmth in stone-cold eyes

A polaroid in ruckus, true

Pulsing through sick déjà vu

Pick it up, pick it up, step in time

Horrific stiffened veins run dry

Falling pathetic, my foul doubt

And I’ll leave it to the church mouse

Grotesque renditions, allusive light

Of another Mona Lisa or Starry Night

The grey lady looked down at me

The fiendish smirk, I didn’t see

She did not move, but beckoned still

That I come forth for just a thrill

I screamed inside to run away

But something made me stay

Hey, little gargoyle, don’t be sad

There must be good in tireless bad

Your marble arms, like venom ice

They now have got me in a vise

Pick it up, pick it up, step in time

Asphyxiation’s not a crime

When flesh isn’t flesh and art is art

I’ll leave it to the church mouse