My poem "Karloff" ---?
KARLOFF
“The body of dead Frankenstein
may be found in your bathtub”
was written in red on a page
from Leviticus IV
which Mme Lacross had opened
by chance
while seeking deliverance,
deliverance from her past.
Her Bible had not been invaded before.
the smiling sprite, ecstatic fear, is awe;
heat from the hearth lights truth;
the dead wine cellar below,
the fearful upstairs bath,
a chilly stream dubbed “Styx,”
vicious unsleeping dogs
just inside the electric wires
that wind through “Wood of Desires”
“What cannot happen comforts me
when I see it before my eyes:
it means I need not understand
what it means to be alive.
“Here in my palace, all alone,
awe becomes Lacross
except the many are One
and this does that for Fun.”
Now the fire was dead,
the woman on the stair,
and water was trickling down
from up there.