Elliot
Canto VII
Cushioned landing
Cage in the dark
Terrors of night
Want to tear me apart
Here in the cradle
Of all of my fears
The monsters I’ve made
Might reduce me to tears
Crawling through blankets
And mountains of cotton
The native stuffed people
Know that I’ve been rotten
Then there at the edge
Prison bars to the sky
I’m finally surrounded
And ready to die
But as they approach
They all seem rather small
These fears I’ve outgrown
Now don’t scare me at all
A Life in Poems 