Neighbor

it would be easier to think of him with horns,
claws, fangs, dangerous and
inhuman;
it would be easier if he was deformed;
skull like a wolf and
an appetite for human liver, but
no, no, he is not a demon.
He is standing as a man in his driveway,
saying hello in the morning and
chatting about the weather,
waxing his Buick on a sunny day.
And behind him
a trail of broken bodies,
bagged, gagged,
sunk in the Cuyahoga,
It would be easier to think of him as a demon
but he is only your neighbor.

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