Monster's

When the storm is passed over
when the air is clear but metallic
when you are seeing new horizons
though the gaps left in the wall
when you are tracing the path
where the roads and the curbsides
and the treeroots are torn out
and wondering where things are gone

I know that I know that
you will want someone to blame

I could help I could help
I could be your monster’s frankenstein
I could dig up all the parts
I could stitch with wire and with needles
I could cover the holes and the tracks
I could tell you that the fingernails
cracked above the blood and the dirt
do not belong to you

You were there you were there
on the head of the mob
standing tall and holding high
sticks like thighbones
on the head of the mob
with your old rags wound round them
in their high voltage coils
saturated with kerosene and vital fluids
watching scientific the barometric gauges
measuring their needles
and waiting for the electric spark
of re-creation to begin

I know that I know that
you must need someone to blame

I could help I could help
I could be your monster’s frankenstein
you’ll need explanations I’ve got secrets
you’ll need gaps to see through I’ve got eyes

I could help I could help
I could be your monster’s frankenstein
you must need to have a purpose for
the moral dust that has been broken
you must need someone to blame