A Wonder-Book for Girls and Boys

In a sequence of responses
To the absence of true faces,

Even as a monster, one knew
There’s no place for people who look

Too much like monsters to be cast
As honest monsters in this world.

There’s a dragon on the cover.
It’s well drawn. It looks like no one

You know, you’ve ever known. No one
Is a proper monster not one.

The night skies are depauperate
Of humans, of bipeds, of apes,

Of monkeys who call themselves prime,
Of eyed faces of any kind.