It plops into the water, <br />A monster, <br />As the steam snaking from the bath <br />Creates for me a vivid mirage of emotions. <br />I see anger shudder beneath <br />The skin of the thing like the <br />Quake of ripples that own the surface <br />Of a lake during a summer storm. <br />Anguish screams in its eyes <br />Like that of a deer, <br />Uneducated about the properties of water in winter, <br />That dares to hop out on that iced lake <br />Thinking that it's safe until it finds itself <br />Breaking through to an encounter with death <br />And the bubbling beneath the ice. <br />Waves and waves of emotion pass over <br />The Monster's face as it bathes and I drink them in. <br />When the heat and steam subside and the monster rises, <br />I recognize him. <br />I peak into the bath to see what's left being sucked down the drain, <br />But a little love remains to help me clean another one of his messes.<br /><br />Kyle Hamp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-monster-s-bath/
