The Monument Poem by Catherine Yen

He forces the self-approbated truth
Upon you
Yield people to be beyond recognition
Runs counter to the earth
Maggot the missionary
Is a beast in disguise
An indifferent man
Can expose the hypocritical fanaticism
No doctrine
Only temperament and interest

What does he want?
Camouflage in an imaginative hallucination
Disintegrated in impoverishment
Reality is the excessively uncontrolled and disordered
Inventive product
Used to deceive
The prisoner of thoughts
No others can be asked for
Others do not speak the truth
Only talk about form, myth
And snobbism

His great ambition
Like the recurrently boiled and soaked coffee
And the continued fallen ashes
Flowing into the sewer
Becoming a rising smoke
Regarding himself as a great monument
Tenaciously adhere to the moment of an inviolable existence
Before the storm
The integer of his distinctive silence
Decomposed and fell
Floating easily like the soap bubbles