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This poem appears in the Fall 2018 issue of Modern Age. To subscribe now, go here.
We aren’t monsters, we’re just masks
With bite-sized kids inside.
The licorice-black new moon tonight
Has got something to hide.
The lights are off in all the houses
Up and down this street.
The gumdrop has a needle gouge
And isn’t safe to eat.
The monster wears a judge’s robe,
The monster wears a badge,
The monster wears a suit and gathers
Kids into his bag.
We stumble singly up the steps,
We rap on the darkened door
And drop like candy from a hand
Into the opened floor.
Amit Majmudar’s latest book is Godsong: A Verse Translation of the Bhagavad-Gita, with Commentary (Knopf, 2018). His forthcoming books are Soar: A Novel (Penguin India, 2019) and Kill List: Poems (Knopf, 2020).
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