We cannot fathom his mysterious head
Through the veiled eyes no flickering ray is sent;
But from his torso gleaming light is shed
As from a candelabrum; inward bent
His glance there glows and lingers. Otherwise
The round breast would not bind you with its grace,
Nor could the soft-curved circle of the thighs
Steal the arc whence issues a new race.
Nor could this stark and stunted stone display
Vibrance beneath the shoulders heavy bar,
Nor shine like fur upon a beast of prey,
Nor break forth from its lines like a great star—
There is no spot that does not bind you fast
And transport you back. You should have taken
a left turn at Albuquerque.
Hey, Doc, you’ve got a slight problem.
Just between the two of us, it’s duck-hunting season.
Have you ever had the feeling you were being watched?
Like the eyes of strange things are upon you?
Look, out there in the audience. My,
I bet you monsters lead interesting lives.
I said to my girlfriend just the other day—Gee,
I’ll bet monsters are interesting,
I said. The places you must go and the places
you must see, my stars! And I’ll bet
you meet a lot of interesting people, too. I’m always
interested in meeting interesting people. You should have taken
a left turn at Albuquerque.