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[Will Andersen]

I had an assignment in my English course the other week, and it was to write a poem about a "modern monster." Unsurprisingly, my best friend and I wrote about the same "monster," though we didn't realize it until we brought completed our poems in. ; ) Here is mine:

Apathy I'd think you were staring down a statue if these hot diamonds called tears weren't running down my face.
Your eyes – do they see?
I'd say the harder stone was in your eyes – but the hardest stone is in your heart.
For the diamonds from my eyes roll down my face, bob like ornaments on my chin, and careen down toward the earth, little mirrors that reflect a bleeding heart –
Yet even if your heart was sunk so low to be waiting there on the ground, those diamond bullets would shatter against the adamantite armour of your heart -
Your blackened heart, but you know it not, for you see it not.
When was the last time you peered into that depth?
There is no stone here! I scream – There is flesh and blood, there is humanity, there needs to be love.
Love--
Do you not see the tears
Is there anything human in you, or do you just not care?
Or is that what it means to be human – to just not care?