Think of me not as a monstrous thing
A one-eyed miscreation of a jealous god
As human as you think you are.
I cry tears that are genuine
My laugh generous
My blood as red as a slaughtered lamb’s.
I come to you with open arms
Devouring you as no other can
A man who would not dishonor you
The last one of my kind
A beast that hovers in your thoughts
That you shall be the mother of my race.
--Neil Ellman lives and writes in New Jersey. He has published numerous ekphrastic poems in print and online journals throughout the world, as well as in five chapbooks, the most recent of which is Mirrors of Miró: Ekphrastic Reflections of the Art of Joan Miró. He has a special affinity to art that is bizarre and surreal.