Things No One Says

much like the world in the

wild open spaces of

the dark trenched ocean of the skull

there are monsters

and small shivering beasts with teeth

unmeant to be seen, not

intended for photo, and sometimes

they glow in the dark,

and that must be brightness.

but, in the heat, the very bottom of the depths, where the pressure would

surely suffocate and crush a sane notion

that is where the beautiful things are, the one eyed trench lilys and the

thorny spiraling green stingers, the shards of

petulant carnivorous poppies,

and that must be beauty,

the things that no one says