Clive Frankenstein
By geoffc
Sun, 17 Aug 2008
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Clive Frankenstein
Dr Frankenstein, I presume?
Pieced together from the tomb
The tower: lightning strike, then – BOOM!
You were alive
Out of death’s shadows chill you loom
Force the sweeping rush of your new broom
Bolt just visible in evening’s gloom
You were on the A5
Jobs for all includes those whom
Dr F will exhume
To road sweep as cars vroom
Will you arrive?
Dragged from graves to darkened room
So your lives of sorts could resume
Ripped from death’s sweet peace via Shelly’s womb
And she called you Clive
Earth no longer your playroom
A hell, a briar, crown of thorns; no bloom
You long for a chance to re-entomb
Meanwhile, you survive.
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