Meaning All Edges, No Grip

No one seems capable
Of loving the monster
Without also naming

The monster’s opponents
And enemies the real
Monsters. Monstrosity,

As a moral meaning,
Must somehow be preserved.
If the tiger is not

The monster, the hunter
Is, and if the dragon,
The alien, the night

Are not monstrous, saints are.
It’s rare the enforcers
Of order are monsters,

Except to outsiders,
But the real, true monsters
Know they are, know we are,

And no one beyond us
Ever was or will be
Monstrous. Only monsters.